Duchess gasped and spat at these sudden adversaries. Her claws were out almost instantly and her hair was bristling, a bit too late. Buttercup, on the other hand, was useless, giving a moan and fainting.
"Now look at what you've done!" hissed Duchess. She wriggled fircely, but was unable to loosen the grip.
"Look, my sister and I are in a terrible rush, so if you don't mind we must be on our way!" she said with as much calm as she could muster. Even so, she flexed her long, experienced claws.
If I'm not too late...
Username: FallingRain
Cat Name: Sinister
Gender: Tom
Picture:
Personality: Ruthless, brutal, and determined, yet he'd never intentionally cause a she-cat harm.
Rank: Warrior
Family: He doesn't like to talk about them...
Crush: None
Mate: Possible
Kits: Not likely
Cat Name: Misery
Gender: She-cat
Picture:
Personality: Very rash, never turns away from a fight. She rarely thinks before acting
Rank: Shaman?
Family: None to her memory
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Kits: Possible...
Buttercup groggily opened her eyes. Duchess managed to struggle to her feet.
"I am Duchess. This," she said pointing with her tail, "is Buttercup, my sister. And we" gesturing again, "are running from a cat that is evil at heart, and will destroy us if he can find us. So if you'll please excuse us, we must be off as soon as possible. I fear he and his little 'henchmen' are already on their way."
Duchess looked to the little brown tom and nodded in thanks. She noticed, to her chagrin, that it may be awhile before Buttercup was able to travel again. Ducess sighed and sat with her sister.
Misery watched closely, studying the fight. She loved watching fights, learning all kinds of new moves.
Meanwhile, Sinister sat nearby, grooming himself. Coal was a good fighter, this battle was nearly done.
Ooc// forgot to mention, his name is Blister. Not feeling too creative;P He's got "henchmen" too, people can rp them.
Duchess nodded.
"You'd better sit and rest with us," she told Buttercup. The two followed the 5(?) cats into the brush. Duchess vaguely recognised them, she thought.
"Hey, wait up!" called Spiderkit.
Spiderkit stood behind Blanche. "I want mother back," he mewed. He was a bit shy.
"No! I don't wanna! I wanna go home!" Whined Spiderkit. He was trembling now.
Spiderkit did his best to calm down, and helped with the digging, harboring a bitter feeling of betrayal
Ooc// Sounds fun. Sorry I haven't been/will be active. 
Ic// Stone sat by the entrance to the little den, which was rapidly filling up. Since Storm and Ellen were mates, there would inevitably be kits soon. Not that he didn't appreciate the company. Having been a loner most of his life, he was glad to have some companionship. Some of the new cats made him nervous, though, he didn't know why. What could they do to him anyway, he was bigger than them, though perhaps not stronger. He'd had a run in with a clan some weeks ago, and wasn't likely to forget.
"Yeah!" Spiderkit meowed, "Let us go home! I don't want to stay here."
Ooc// Can I have a kit too?
Spiderkit silently vowed revenge.
"Never! I never should've trusted you!" Spiderkit yelled. He braced himself for her attack.
Spiderkit shrugged off the pain. While Blanche was busy tormenting the other kits, he lunged for the exit. He actually made it out, but reealized he never would be able to get past all the other cats in the clan. There were so many adult cats that he didn't have a chance. Stunned, he stood there.
"No. I know I'd rather starve than eat your crow-food," Spiderkit spat.
"I'm not about to obey you," hissed Spiderkit. Still, he found her words unnerving.
Spiderkit lay groggily on his side.
Ooc// At a concert back at nineish.
Duchess helped her sister under the roots and followed promptly.
Sinister's jaw dropped. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, or why Maine escaped like that. Of course, he was a bit relieved, he hated she versus tom fights, they just didn't seem fair. He trotted after them regaining his composure.
Misery ran out after Maine, hoping to join the fun. She wanted a good fight. This one would be exciting.
