"If you call this healthy, you're older then I thought," Applepaw growled. "I am..." Applepaw paused. What if this cat meant to harm her? "...Crim."

Angeltouch flicked her tail in distaste and trotted slowly to where Crimsonstar lost his first life. The blood was still fresh, having only been spilled hours ago, and the coppery scent stung Angeltouch's nostrils. She turned around sat, facing the new warrior.

"Crim? Huh, thought you were a Clan cat, but I guessed wrong." Arlen grunted, but it sounded more like a wheeze. "I got fresh-kill, eat." Arlen shoved the vole he had caught earlier towards her. "don't mind me, I don't need to eat."

Blackheart froze for a milisecond,  staring at the blood, then he snapped quickly out of it. No matter how hard he tried, hi eyes flicked constantly to look at the blood.

"You speak of something I once was," Applepaw, or rather Crim, spat moodily. "Why do you treat me so kindly?"

"Tell me, Blackheart, how do you feel?" Angeltouch said, though the obvious answer was 'uneasy'. "This is a problem, Blackheart. You must be quick to strike out at the enemy, without hesitation at the blood, the clan needs your wits sharp and unhazed." 

Angeltouch cursed. "Blackheart! Go and catch her, make sure she doesn't get hurt. I'll alert her mother," Angeltouch ordered swiftly, running as fast as she could towards camp (which is about half of the normal speed for a warrior).

"You blasted young queen!" Angeltouch yowled, bursting into camp in a fury. She ignored odd looks from several cats and stormed straight into the nursery. "And just where is your daughter, Goldstream?" 

Wiretail twitched as her companion caught the kit, and she smiled maniacally at Blackheart as he approached, horror on his face. "You need to keep track of your kits, Mountainclan. They might just get snatched away!"

Crim twitched her tail indignantly, but took a hasty bite from the vole. "I am hostile because I have learned now not to talk to strangers."

"You idiot queen!" Angeltouch hissed, her tail lashing.

"Stop it!" Flareblink demanded. He didn't care if Angeltouch was the queen of Starclan, no cat talked his mate like that! He growled, and the fur on his collar spiked. "Just because we are not like you when you were a queen does not mean you have to call us out!"

"You need to teach your blasted kits to stay in camp! Pantherkit followed me to where Crimsonstar was slain, and was horrified at the blood. The little flea screeched and ran off before we could catch her! I sent Blackheart after her, but..."

"How could you not notice our kit was following you?!" Flareblink snarled, "You are the oldest cat in camp-"

"And the cat with the poorest vision and hearing," Angeltouch barked, "She is a black cat, it is dawn, and she does not smell unlike Blackheart, so I did not notice her! Now, are you going to help me find her or not?" 

((Save her :D Let Blackheart earn his place among the warriors!))

"There are no other queens in Mountainclan," Angeltouch snapped, irritated, "You don't seriously intend to leave your three kits to go off and find the one?"

"She has a point, Goldstream." Flareblink meowed. "I will go with Cricketcomet and Minnowfoot, quickly."

Wirepelt cackled, "Yeah, glare us to death?" She meowed, deranged. She stopped and scratched furiously at the fleas behind her ear.

((:D Mkay! Maybe I'll give her some kits in a few moons ;p))

Wirepelt  dug her claws into the Earth, staring with wide eyes at her dead friend. More than a friend. Her blood was boiling with rage, so much that it put her into a deadly calm. Not even the fleas bothered her. Slowly, every hair on her pelt was on end, and she faced the young warrior, a viscious snarl painted on her face. She wasn't about to risk herself so. She dashed towards Blackheart madly, and lashed out with all her might at him, taking several gashes to the pelt as she pulled away and sprinted off back to camp, trying to contain her anger and remorse at the loss of Cobrafang. If she did anything else though, she would get herself killed just as well, and no prize was worth her life. No prize was worth Cobrafang's life either...

Flareblink licked Pantherkit in comfort. He couldn't very well carry her back if he took Blackheart as well. "Everyone is fine, love," Flareblink said, pulling Pantherkit close to his fur, "It'll be alright. You want to know who's waiting in camp right now? Your three brothers. They are worried sick and will be very happy to see you. Nothing bad will ever happen to you when you are with me, I promise." Flareblink said in a soft and comforting voice. Ashflight and Minnowfoot came out of the foliage in pursuit of Flareblink and sighed in relief at Pantherkit's safety.

"Go ahead and take Pantherkit to see Darkleaf to see if she's hurt. We'll bring Blackheart and... this Crimsonclan warrior back to camp," Ashflight said. She smiled sadly at Pantherkit, happy that she was reunited with her family, but sad that she had to go through this. She was less then a moon old! 

((Nope. Foxkit and Wolfkit are boys <3))

Darkleaf was more worried about Blackheart than the fussy kit. "By all means, send the poor kit back to his mother, she's young enough that just a bit of milk from her mother's warm belly will cheer her up," he said snappishly, hurrying to the apprentice. "Blackheart, can you hear me?" he asked softly into the warrior's ear when the elder warriors set him gently into one of the moss beds.

((Ohhh... I see now. :/ Now I have to think of new names...))

"Right as rain," Darkleaf replied. "Foolish kit is back with her mother now. Where do you hurt? It's hard to tell where you're bleeding when you're covered in blood and you're a black cat to begin with."