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The scent was fading rapidly, too fast for her liking. It felt like everything that was Featherclaw was gone already, and she had only been dead for a couple of days, her body barely even cold. Not that Hailpaw had gone to see her body, she couldn't bear to see her mother's patched pelt being stained with blood, her once fierce eyes so dull and lifeless. The urge to retch arose suddenly as it now so often did, but the tabby forced it back, not wanting to be seen as weak in front of clanmates who already did. She had to be strong for what she wanted... no, needed to do next.

Sobbing rang repeatedly in her ears, was it her own? Or was it her sister's? She remembered first hearing them, then running out of the elder's den, stinking of mouse-bile. Featherclaw was dead, she was told. The rouges. How ridiculous. There was no way that her mother could have fell to those flea-bitten, pitiful excuses for cats, Featherclaw was a fighter through and through. Every moment that passed, she expected the familiar light yellow eyes to appear, darkened with frustration that her children hadn't dealt with her 'supossed' death as she wanted them to, but then a day passed and there was no sign. Then another day passed.

There were five stages of grief, the first being shock and the second was denial. The third was anger.

The tabby had heard stories of how most felt numb when they lost someone, unable to feel a thing, as if their heart had frozen and grown cold with the absence of what had once brought them warmth, she had always assumed that she would've too, but she didn't. Hailpaw felt hot, a burning heat that just increased in its fervour. It had continued to grow and grow, filling her until she was full of a fiery vehemence that couldn't be contained. Swiftberry was her new mentor, a fiery independent feline, a true role model. The calico had taken her to a battle training session, probably hoping that her angsty apprentice could release some steam, but Hailpaw didn't have steam inside her, she had fire, and it burned.

For a moment, her battle partner had looked just like a rouge, the rouge that she imagined killing her mother when she slept. A half-second passed, and she couldn't control herself, a fierce broken yowl scared the birds in their immediate location and her claws were unsheathed before she knew what she was doing. Luckily, no harm had been done, Hailpaw was thrown to the ground by a supervising warrior before she could do any real damage. She should be thankful, but she felt betrayed that her own clanmates, her mother's clanmates, were preventing her from avenging her death. Swiftberry sent her to camp to cool down, she followed the first part but had no intention of following the second.

Her long fur was in disarray, Hailpaw didn't really clean it regularly anyway but she hadn't touched it since Featherclaw's death had first been announced. Dirt was streaked across it, tufts of fur matting into horrible tangles and burrs and bits of leaf were practically woven into the pelt itself, almost becoming part of it. In fact, she probably looked more like a rouge than a clan cat, ironically.

As soon as she stepped into camp, glaring at anyone who looked towards her with even the slightest semblance of concern or pity, she made a beeline towards her sister, catching sight of her creamy fur in one of the darker corners of the Mothclan camp. Perfect. Hailpaw had had much time to think upon her plan on the way back, inwardly scoffing at how she'd once thought that it was a ridiculous thing to consider, that was before her mind had been clouded with this turbulence. In her current state of mind, it was the perfect course of action. "Stormpaw," her voice was rough and hoarse, a combination of grief and possibly overexertion from her earlier yowl. "We can't just do nothing, she... wouldn't have wanted us to just do nothing." Hailpaw sat down, unsteady and with none of her former sure-footedness. Was she shaking, she couldn't tell. "She is dead, dead in the ground and they who killed her are breathing without a care in world! I can't sit here and let them." Her tone grew in anger and desperation and urgency, finally reaching a fever-pitch, her breath now ragged. She tried to quieten herself but anyone nearby could've easily caught parts of the conversation, especially given that Hailpaw was clearly emotional right now.

( Miss Tactical )

[Miss Tactical]

The dilute she-cat had gone to the warriors den the dawn after her mothers death. Her bedding was still fresh, the she-cat had shred the nest with her claws, spreading it across her own nest and her sisters. She made sure that their mothers scent was equally spread. Stormpaw always slept close to her sister it was comforting. The day after life went on as usual, Stormpaw's heart was cold as ice to anyone who approached her. She didn't want their pity, she didn't want anything from them. She sheathed and unsheathed her claws against a small stone she had found, sharpening them carefully. After all she didn't know when she would ACTUALLY need to use them.

The she-cat snarled at a warrior who tried to offer comfort, she didn't want it, instead she was looking for Silvertongue her mentor. Sure they had battle training daily, and hunting training, all the basics, but today she sought out his words of wisdom. It was something that he was good at, manipulation. She considered it wisdom as his words were convincing and music to her ears, it was something that she took VERY seriously and appreciated it. To learn to control a crowd with just words was mind boggling. It was something she needed, something to give her focus....she snorted in frustration when she couldn't find the tom, she watched from the shadows her green eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

Perhaps Hailpaw....where was she anyways. She craned her neck, the already taller and bulky she-cat watched cats walk in and out of camp, some rushing, some slow. How could you move so slowly when there were cats to be hunted. Stormpaw was numb, but she wasn't numb with sadness, she felt revenge in her heart, it was a feeling she never fathomed that she would ever have. It seemed impossible, but she had it. She dug her claws into the ground pretending it was the flesh of the gray she-cat who killed her mother. The thought of the rogues blood soaking on her claws and staining her light pelt, it gave her a rush.....

Perhaps....yes she and her sister could leave MothClan...they could go find the rogues and save MothClan. Not that Mothclan needed saving per se, but the other clans would be safe too. She knew the ONE cat who would come with her was her sister, her sister did everything for her, and she appreciated that very much. After a few moments she heard a familiar voice. She flicked her tail beckoning the she-cat over to her dark hiding spot.

"Stormpaw,"

"Yes Hailpaw I was actually just looking for you" The she-cat mewed in a soft whisper. When Stormpaws voice quieted it usually meant she was up to trouble.

"She is dead, dead in the ground and they who killed her are breathing without a care in world! I can't sit here and let them."

Stormpaw swiveled her ears and nodded in agreement. "I know Let's leave MothClan. Let's go find them." She mewed bluntly. She was to the point, she didn't really need to explain herself. At least she didn't think so. "Let's leave at Moon high, with only one guard it shouldn't be too hard. It's usually Ruststripe." That was the warrior who was always bringing back rogues and getting into trouble, she was young so sneaking past her probably wouldn't be an issue. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and Stormpaw was ready to serve it.

[foggy]

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When they were kits, they usually joked that they shared a mind because they usually always knew what the other was thinking. It seemed it had followed them into apprenticehood, so she wasn't entirely surprised that the idea had already formed in Stormpaw's mind also. In fact, it meant that she didn't have to waste her breath trying to convince her, she was already a little winded but how much of that was from her hurried speaking and how much from her anger?

"Let's leave Mothclan. Let's go find them."

A relieved breath escaped her lungs, even if she had the uttermost faith in Stormpaw, hearing someone else agree with her, feel the same as her, was better than any degree of 'understanding' from their other clanmates. It relieved her to know that she wasn't crazy for wanting her mother to be avenged. "Wait. Ivyclan said one of their patrols were attacked and they suffered serious injuries. We can't go alone, we need backup." Although Ivyclan were the worst fighters of the clans, at least in Hailpaw's view, a whole patrol of well-fed, well-trained warriors nearly being decimated by a group of half starved, unorganized rouges? They couldn't just go together, at the very least there were around four or five rouges and even together they couldn't defeat five grown cats. "Who can we trust, though?" Most of the warriors would go straight to Mothstar or Brakenfall the second they caught a whisper of what they were planning. Most of the apprentices were Brakenfall's spawn so how trustworthy would they be?

They would be leaving when the moon was at it's highest, they could use it to navigate. The rouges lived in the city so they would probably be gone for a couple of days, depending on how long the fight took and if they experienced any problems, Starclan forbid they get lost. Hailpaw didn't even consider that any injuries would probably slow them down. None of the apprentices had medical training, other than the most basic 'cobwebs help bleeding' knowledge, so if any of them got seriously injured, it would be a risky trip back. However, it wasn't like Hailpaw even expected that they could lose, how hard could killing a bunch of rouges be, anyway. They said anger made you stronger, and Hailpaw had a lot of anger.

If Ruststripe was on duty, they had a good chance of taking the whole of the apprentice den out of camp unnoticed. The ginger tabby was an outspoken warrior but when it came to guarding the camp? "Night would be best," she agreed, nodding. "How should be go about the attack?" Although both sisters were good fighters, even at their age, Hailpaw was ready to admit that what she lacked in battle cunning, her sister made up for. When it came to tactics, Hailpaw was at a loss, she would usually just suggest something simple, like charge at the enemy blindly, so hopefully they would be able to construct a more devious plan than that to really put them at an advantage.

[Miss Tactical]

Stormpaw was relieved when her sister agreed with her. Good so she didn't have to create a well versed argument to win her over so that was a plus. Part of her felt guilty because she was sneaking behind her fathers back he was just starting to get well, and to learn that cats had gone missing, she didn't want to know what would happen to him once he found out part of his clan went missing...she supposed that if she dwelled on it, it would make her worry thus making her change her mind. The she-cat touched her sisters shoulder with her tail, she would fight along side her through thick and thin, but it was what her sister said that made her blood turn cold.

"Wait. Ivyclan said one of their patrols were attacked and they suffered serious injuries. We can't go alone, we need backup. Who Can we trust?"


Stormpaw curled her lip slightly in annoyance, she wished she could fight off a patrols worth of rogues, but that certainly was not the case, from what she did see from the gathering, there were some small cats though, but that also didn't mean that there weren't some big ones. Stormpaw unsheathed her claws digging them into the dirt, sure she was strong tactically and was strong in battle, but her sister certainly had wits and was rather clever...together they would be a strong fighting force, but apart....what happens if they got separated? She scanned the clearing looking at the cats walking in and out there had to be someone they could trust.

"Curlymoss." She suggested. The cat was a newer warrior, still young and honestly...easily fooled.. They didn't even have to tell the warrior the entire story, she was certain that if she said that they were going on an adventure he would be more than thrilled to go. "...and Otterspark." From what she witnessed at the last gathering Otterspark had something to prove to IvyClan, so to say that she was going on an adventure and fought rogues away from the clan territory gave her an upper paw on them, but who else....

She looked over at Brackenfalls kits and tilted her head, boy did she dislike them but maybe just maybe....would they run to Brackenfall? She had a mischievous smile displayed on her features. "Aspenpaw won't tell...I can promise you that with 100% Confidence." She and Aspenpaw were always fighting tooth and claw, but she was much bigger than he was so if he even attempted to squeak as a tattler...the mean thoughts went away though as she remembered how he was the first one to offer condolences for her mom...she didn't like to admit it, but she could trust him.

. "How should be go about the attack?"

Stormpaw wasn't really sure. "We don't even know where to find them...so I think...we may have to interact with Kittypets and loners asking if they've seen anyone relatively vicious...but who knows they could be sweet...we don't even know...so we will have to ask." She wasn't familiar with the path to the city where the two-legs wandered but if she had to guess it would be by going through the carrion place or pass it at least. "Once we find them sneaking up at night will be best....so if we leave tonight....we won't be able to attack until tomorrow at least...so we should be fine. You and I will fight well as a team... we just can't get separated it sounds easy written in the sand...but I don't think it's going to be easy...maybe we will be made warriors early for it...MothClan heros." She mewed with a slight smirk across her muzzle.


karambito
chickenbatnana
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They had spent a long time carefully choosing the apprentices and warriors who would go with them, who they could trust. Occasionally, they would rely on a warrior's unassuming and well-intentioned manner that would allow them to convince them to just go along with them. With warriors travelling along with them, it would be less suspicious to the rest of the clan when their disappearance was noticed. Briefly, she wondered what Featherclaw would think about them, breaking the rules of the clan she fought to get into, but then she wondered why the clan she fought to get into had allowed her murders to escape the consequences. She shook the thoughts from her head, they hadn't escaped the consequences, she would make sure of it.

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At the end of their meticulous deliberating, they had ended up with a decent amount of cats: three apprentices and two warriors, about the size of a patrol. Aspenpaw had agreed to come along, though Hailpaw wasn't entirely sure as to why, considering the strained animosity between the two litters. Perhaps it was because he too, thought that the rouges should be punished for killing one of their own, if that was the case, Hailpaw was willing to put up with him for him until they made it back to Mothclan. Then there was Curlymoss, who had been easily swayed by the two apprentices. It was clear that the curly-haired warrior's heart was made of gold and, though he didn't understand the whole truth of what they were doing, it felt good to have a fully-trained, string warrior along with them. Curlymoss was young, but he wasn't as young as Otterspark, who had practically just became a warrior before they left. The fluffy she-cat had a confident aura and something to prove, and Hailpaw had heard that they were distantly related somehow, which served as assurance that bringing the new warrior along was the right choice.

The journey had been tiring, the city proving to be alien to all of them, seeing as not one of those present had ever had lives outside of the safety of their clan. Yet, Hailpaw knew that Featherclaw had once lived life as a loner, and with Stormpaw and herself being just as strong as their late mother, they would make it through.

Every now and again, they would happen upon a city cat, always looking ragged and thin, she almost felt sorry for them, it was clear that the city was as difficult to them as it was to the clan cats. They would ask about whether the knew of a group of rouges, presumably killing other cat's mothers and just generally terrorising the area with their cruelty, usually the cats would ignore them and scamper off, finding such a large group of beefed up warriors intimidating and not worth the trouble. It was frustrating but eventually, through the scraps of information a few alley cats had given them before warning them away from their 'patch,' they turned into a wide 'L' alleyway that absolutely reeked of what Hailpaw could only describe as, for lack of experience with bad smells, crowfood mixed with the dirt from the dirtplace. Toxic crowfood and dirtplace dirt. She felt the urge to gag, the meagre amount of food she'd had earlier clawing its way up her throat, and she probably only resisted due to the high pressure of the situation.

This was it.

Once the sickening smell had abated slightly, Hailpaw began to taste the scent of cats in the air, a great many cats. This must be where they were all hiding, like rats huddled together. The large blue tabby turned to her companions, claws already unsheathed and flexing, hoping to communicate this to them, in case they hadn't yet realised it. She hoped that the group would have time to prepare before they attacked. The rouges must be just down the alley they had turned into, if the scattered bowls of kitty-pet food outside the doorways were anything to go by, so they had a little time to get ready before they were noticed. By the looks of it, so the rouges would be cornered by their attack, so there would be no escaping them. There were many bins, even a dumpster further down, and even though Hailpaw expected the rouges to be all together in the cornered part of the 'L' shape, she could already start making out the dark silhouettes of cats throughout the main part of the alley, just loitering wherever they pleased. They hadn't noticed them yet, but they soon would.

"If anyone has anything to say before we rip the fur off some rouges, now's your time to say it."

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(Rouges are now allowed to post!

Hailpaw is allowed to get scar-worthy injuries and towards the end will fall and dislocate her shoulder.
If you're attacking her, please tag me in that post, I'm expecting the thread to get hectic so I don't want to miss anything)

[ladyspectral]

Honeyheart was sitting beside Sparrowkit, paw wrapped around the kit's chest firmly as she groomed the smaller she cat with the patience of a saint. "Hold still dear, you're filthy." She chided, voice soft and gentle as if she were speaking to one of her own kits. "You haven't been grooming, have you now? You're safe here. Nobody will harm you. Now, lets get you cleaned and trained, yes?" The two were just out of sight around the corner of the L, unaware of the Mothclan cats.

Sparrowkit remained still, eyes wide in fear as she was groomed. Sharp claws pressed against her chest, not digging in but resting uncomfortably against her skin. She wanted her mother, her clan. She wanted to be anywhere but the foul smelling alley, horror rising as she realized she could barely smell the stench. She didn't want to get used to such an awful place.

[chickenbatnana]

Aspenpaw padded silently alongside his Clanmates. He looked down, the cold stone ground hurting his delicate paws. Only the moon and the dim twoleg lights illuminated them now, but with all these huge twoleg dens even that little light barely made it through. The young tom looked out of place here. His bright ginger and white fur definitely didn't blend in with the grey dull background. He mostly didn't fit in with the cats around him, though. They were all matted and ragged, while Aspenpaw had a perfectly groomed long coat. From his training, he had noticed his fluff was actually kind of like a shield for shorter claws. Even if it was bothersome to manage, it was worth it. The poor conditions in the twoleg camp made him wonder why he even tagged along again.

Earlier when it was still day, Aspenpaw was just out hunting. He brought back some stuff, but that wasn't notable anymore. It was when he entered the den that Stormpaw and Hailpaw had asked him to come with them on a trip for revenge. Of course, he couldn't help but accept. He'd seen Stormpaw right after it happened, the murder. It left a bad taste in his mouth. And even if that wasn't the case, the rogues still murdered one of MothClan's warriors, which was enough reason to come. He hoped, at least. Maybe his dad would applaud him for it.

''N-no, I'm ready.'' He told them in a whisper. ''We're doing the right thing here.''

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Finchkit sat near a wall, about a fox-length away from his sister and Honeyheart. He felt absolutely miserable. He was cold, freezing even, and he had eaten one or two bites of fresh-kill before completely giving up on it. You couldn't even call this stuff fresh-kill anymore. Its texture was old and rough, it had no juiciness and even bird meat wasn't tender like it usually was. Finchkit had never liked food, but it was never this bad. His vision was blurry and he could barely keep his eyes open, he was pretty sure he was gonna die like this. He just wanted his mom to come... He wanted to be back in his own den, bickering with Ravenkit or playing with Eaglekit. StarClan, they were probably apprentices by now! He couldn't just die in this place...

[Miss Tactical]

Stormpaw was thrilled when the cats had agreed to come. As sunhigh turned to sundown and dusk slowly rolled in, Stormpaw looked towards the sky. The gathering is tomorrow... She thought to herself. The cats she and her sister had rallied were gathered in the clearing, she looked to her fathers den where he was asleep, she could see the rise and fall of his flank. She was greateful that she was able to share a small meal with him, with one parent gone, he was all she and her sister had, so even if something were to happen to him she did have that small memory.She whispered her goodbyes briefly, she was nervous, what if she didn't come back alive? She took in a nervous gulp before looking at Aspenpaw, Curlymoss, Otterspark and her sister. "Let's go." She mewed. She raced out of the entrance explaining to the cat on watch that they were the moon high patrol, they weren't questioned and as soon as her paws hit the dirt she took off, the best place to start would be the tracks would it not?

She had watched the gray cat disappear over the edge of the tracks and over a small hill, she supposed that this would be the correct way to go. She tossed her head in that direction and the cats moved with haste, she fell in line with her sister muscles tense and flexed like they were already at war. She looked to the sky and one star sparkled brightly, she closed her eyes for just a moment thanking StarClan, she decided that this is what her mother would want. She would want them to seek the truth behind these rouges so her death wouldn't be in vain. The memory of the long monster snake slamming into her replayed in her mind, she was grateful Hailpaw didn't have to see that... her mother was almost unrecognizable from the event and that pained her. She swallowed some air letting her stomach settle down, most of them were just apprentices after all and Otterspark was a brand new warrior...would they really be able to survive?

The sun started to peek over the hills and she looked at Aspenpaw her eyes narrowed slightly. "I'll protect you but that doesn't mean I like you...the code just says I have to." She mewed awkwardly. Although she wasn't ready to admit it, the tom had started to get on her better side...not quite on her good side but no longer on her bad. She raced to the top of the hill and below it she saw lot's of tall buildings and could hear the loud roar of Monsters. Her eyes brightened. "That's where we will find those flea pelts but for now we should rest." She ran off into the trees and quickly came back with a mouse before dropping it at the ginger toms paws. She didn't doubt her sisters ability to hunt thus she figured she would go off on her own. "Here...eat up. You will need the strength of a warrior tomorrow." Her green eyes sparkled slightly before she took off to the hill again watching the sun rise....tonight would be the night that it all ended.

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The sun soon began to set, Stormpaw opened one eye then another, she gave her body a stretch before licking her sister between the ears a warm purr in her throat. "
Wake up sleepy head." She looked to the sky, the moon was full, her father and Aspenpaws father were probably worried sick. The code stated though that cats had to meet every moon when the moon was full. Did they send a patrol after them once they realized they never came back? They had a full days walk ahead of anyone else so their scents were probably starting to fade. She let all the cats stretch and grab a bite to eat before they took off once more it wasn't much longer until the rolling hills turn to acidic smelling concrete, they had made it to the two-leg city.

"Goodness this smells awful I don't get how any cat finds this pleasant." She mewed she rolled her eyes slightly as they took off peering into the empty alley ways, reeking of garbage and two-legs, she was upset when almost every turn took her to a dead end however her eyes fall on the figure of a small black and white she-cat perhaps...perhaps she would know! "Hey! HEY YOU!" Stormpaw raced forward, and the she-cats eyes went wide as she froze with fear. "Have you seen a large group of cats, maybe either so mean or so friendly it's suspicious, they should have a small gray cat with them." To her surprise the black and white she-cat untensed and looked at her.

"Yes, one of the smaller ones notched my ear when I was look for food. They are in the L shaped Alley way just a bit ahead of here."

Stormpaw let out a sigh of relief, they were near by, but her stomach nearly sank to the concrete. It was time. "Thanks what's your name anyways?"

The black and white cat tilted her head before flicking her tail. "The cats around here call me Poppy, but my upwalker called me Bean so what ever you prefer I guess."

Stormpaw decided to call her Poppy, that sounded more clan like than bean. She said her goodbyes and the she-cat took off they stood at the end peering into an L shaped alley way, this was it...this was were the rogues were. She could smell them, but as she swiveled her ears she could hear that they were asleep one of them was even snoring. How lazy could they get?

"If anyone has anything to say before we rip the fur off some rouges, now's your time to say it."

''N-no, I'm ready.'' He told them in a whisper. ''We're doing the right thing here.''

Stormpaw looked at Aspenpaw and stepped forward pressing her dilute fur against his. "We won't let you die." She mewed bluntly. "We will protect you." She looked at the group she and her sister put together it was now or never. She didn't have anything further to say, she noticed that the alley way split so half the group could go left, half right, she figured she would fight best with her sister, and thus shifted to go right while she figured Aspenpaw, Otterspark and Curlymoss would go left. She peered around the corner to see the rise and fall of flanks but to her dismay one of the rogues was awake grooming a cat. Despite all the garbage there was a faint scent of Ivyclan, and now she was perplexed.

They aren't working with the rogues are they? She shook that thought aside and her eyes fell on one of the kits, had they? Did they? Did they steal kits. She mumbled a few words under her breath before unsheathing her claws and flexing her muscles, as they inched closer her heart began to race and she could feel the blood pulsing through her ears. "MOTHCLAN ATTTTTTAAAACKKKKK!" Stormpaw let out a large battle cry lunging forward into the heaps of sleeping cats slashing at anyone who startled awake and lunged for her. This was for her mother, and if she died, at least she died trying.

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ooc: Stormpaw can get seriously hurt but not too bad as she has to carry Hailpaw all the way back to MothClan. Please tag me if you attack Stormpaw.

[ladyspectral]

His paws twitched gently against the cool stone as he chased a rabbit though the park, a peaceful smile on the ginger tom kit's face. Then... pain ripping across his back. Viper awoke not to his mother's gentle nudging, but claws ripping across his pelt. He staggered up, a cry of pain and shock escaping the kitten's mouth as he staggered back. He let out a scream of panic, head turning down into the alley,"Mom!"

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A snarl escaped Honeyheart's mouth as she shoved Sparrowkit aside, the short legged cat letting out a yowl of surprise and stumbling as the ginger rogue stood. A furious yowl escaped her mouth as she spotted Viper, struggling to get away from Stormpaw as he called for her. "Stay away from my son, you rat!" She could see the blood spreading on his ginger pelt, lips twisted into a snarl.

She reached the she cat in only a few moments, shoving herself between her kit and his attacker and lunging recklessly for the apprentice's chest paws first. Her claws were extended, notably longer and wider than they should be due to the teeth that she shoved in her sheaths. "Anyone not fully trained, get back!" Fear caused her heart to thud in her chest, rage ringing in her ears and deafening her to all else. Her kits were in danger, her loves could be hurt. Worse, even.

Miss Tactical

[karambito]

Curlymoss

The oblivious curly-furred tom had been convinced by the parade of apprentices to join them on there... "adventure". Hearing that word instantly sent the young warrior's brain into a flurry and he agreed without thinking, excited to get out of camp and explore. At moonlight, Curlymoss was dragged from his warm nest without a word as he tiptoed alongside his clanmates, his body buzzing with excitement for the travel ahead. Maybe they'd find new lands! Maybe some new friend! Another clan! The possibilities were endless and he almost got in trouble for letting out a small squeak after he was unable to contain it.

Son enough the group entered the twoleg city. Curlymoss had seen it from a distance and heard stories but had never entered and now his wide, crossed eyes examined the stone walls and see through walls curiously. Unaware of the others around him, he didn't realize the group had stopped and he ran straight smack into Hailpaw and Otterspark. "Oopss" He laughed, flicking his ears. Scanning them, he tilted his head, but before he could say anything, Hailpaw spoke.


"If anyone has anything to say before we rip the fur off some rouges, now's your time to say it."

Wait, what? Curlymoss looked very puzzled as he gazed at the she-cat, but nothing came from his mouth. Then the patrol turned around an entered the alleyway, confronting a few other cats that were already there. Curlymoss was frozen and suddenly the world dropped right onto his little head and then broke around him into little chunks. "Wait..." He mewled, tensing up. He didn't want to fight! They said they were going on an adventure! This was NO adventure! As yowls and growls of fighting erupted around him, Curlymoss went into flight mode and he ran down the alleyway, tail tucked underneath his belly as he blindly fled from the scene and into the shadows. His fear and adrenaline was high as his paws led him away from the commotion.

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Roseblaze

Hickorynose and Mudjaw had taken up the front of the patrol alongside Roseblaze, Longwing, and Briarfrost who followed the skilled tracker and fighter. The patrol had not said much to each other as they followed the fading scent trail of the Ivyclan kits, it's smell mixed with the foul stench of rogue. At some points a rabbit would leap from the bushes and make the calico she-cat jump, thinking they were being ambushed. Roseblaze was frustrated at herself for being so on edge and jumpy and after they passed through Mothclan territory, they took a break to fill their bellies.

Sitting at a pool of water, Roseblaze closed her eyes and prayed to Starclan to keep the kits inside her belly safe. She took the time to calm her nerves and restore her energy and vigor for the mission. "Let's go, we're running out of daylight" She informed the group of warriors, glad they were there with her. Instead of letting Hickorynose lead again, Roseblaze picked up the scent and began to charge out, looking bold, feeling determined and ready to run straight into anything.

Soon they reached the twoleg place, stars now in the darkened sky. The group kept close together as they took their time to inspect the alleyways and keep away from any twolegs and dogs. The scent trail became mixed and diluted, but that would be no issue for them as nearby, the sound of yowling, growling, and voices could be heard.

"This way" Roseblaze's ears pricked and suddenly her body began to pump with adrenaline as she raced through the twoleg place, following the sounds. Following an L, Roseblaze stumbled upon cats fighting and she was taken aback as she breathed in the putrid scent of Mothclan. Confused, she spotted a few young cats battling the rogues, but when her gaze landed on Honeyheart, the thought of the Mothclan scent left her mind and she filled with rage and anger. "They're here! Spread out, I think Mothclan is here" Then she plunged herself straight towards Honeyheart, tackling the rogue she-cat, snarling.

Pinning Honeyheart down, Roseblaze bared her teeth, sinking her claws into the she-cat's fur. "Return what is ours and you won't get hurt" She hissed, her heart racing. Roseblaze was not going to leave Honeyheart's side without the kits, and if she couldn't get them, she would fight until one of them was dead.