This thread is made in addition to Easternbluebird and  Siritachi1's original two Death is Too Framiliar thread.

7. Scarlethaze-Stray

((EKLIPSE!?!

Omg!!!

I remember you, I thought you quit :/))

OoC: Sorry Full ^.^ i'd let you play him except I like him a little to much to give him up so easily. 

Eklipse; I don't remember anything about this new prophecy, apparently i'm really far behind. But I guess i'll use Scarlethaze as my prophecy cat. I'd like to use her more then what i'v been doing. 

[Siri was planning one out, I think. c: It was Electro's idea or something though. lD I forget what it was about. D:] 

ooc; Actually, the prophesy is being planned by ELECTRO!

And HI SONADOR!

ooc; We also need a owner for The TreeClan cats....

bic; 

As darkness flowed over the temporary camp of the Clan's, all of the leaders stood in a circle, staring at each other with angry or curious eyes. Cats murmured cautiously around them, and gave nervous glances toward the other Clans cats. "Now!" said Rainstar to silence the murmures of the other Clan cats as she stood to order her turn to talk.

"I propose we must move the camp. It is not safe for us, we found a dead queen... and a beaten kit. Half dead. There is something out there. Whatever it is..." she breathed in, then sat down. "It is not safe..." She looked around at all the fearful gazes and eyes lit up in the subtle moon light. All of the cats feared death. Pain. It was natural. But fear made there emotions quickly change to panic, and that would effect them greatly.

"Today, at dusk, we found Thistlestorm dead. He had an apprentice, and her name is Larkpaw. I will train Larkpaw, and give Redpaw to a male warrior, Windprint. *Sweetpaw, your new mentor will be Greyheart.*" She knew that Redpaw would be happy of her decision. Nor did she like him back. Windprint rose and dipped his head, but Rainstar was overall not happy of the decision. Part of her wanted to keep Redpaw as an apprentice; show him that she cats can be just like tom cats. But on the other hand, it was better for Larkpaw to have a female mentor, and Rainstar didn't know of one that could teach the blind. Rainstar knew how because when she blinded Ivynose, the Clan's youngest elder, also known as Eaglestar's sister or Cardinalpaw's mother, she had to teach her how to do the basics...Shadking her pelt quickly, she looked around the cats again, to initiate to any cat that seen her day dreaming that she was done.

She looked at Wolfstar, who seemed to rise at the recent matter. Her ice blue eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Then what will we do for the night?" he asked with his head cocked at a curious angle. Rainstar looked into his bright green eyes, then to the other Clan leaders. "We can be hunted even better at night." Rainstar dipper her head at his fact, then meowed."I request we leave here at dawn. We will take watches at each entrance of the cave-camp. Rotations will be organized, and each Clan will do there part." 

OoC: I could play Twigstar if need be.

BiC: Watching as his mentor, how he loathed the very thought of this weak she-cat who was trying to take the place of Falconwing, speak Redpaw made it clear through his actions, lips curled back in a sneer, fur along his back fluffed up, claws out and ready to slash, what he thought of Rainstar. His cockiness falter slightly as she gave him a new mentor, surprised at the abrupt change, but was swiftly replaced. "You mean she's giving me to a cat who already failed one apprentice?" he meowed softly, just loud enough for a few others to hear. He meant Starpaw, and the fact the weak tom-cat had become medicine cat apprentice recently. "From she-cat to a failure tom, can't she give me someone decent?" He snapped, refusing to meet his new mentor. 

Huffing, the red apprentice got to his paws and sauntered out of the m*censored* of cat, tail high over his back. He did not fear this threat that Rainstar had called out, he could take it if it dared show it's face; whatever it was. Finding a small outcrop a little distance from the clans, but not far enough he could not hear if he was called, the tom sat down with a grunt, hip bones grounding into the hard packed dirt. "Their all just a bunch of scardy mice, jumping at their own shadows anymore. What happened to the powerful warriors rouges always feared? Pah!" Throwing a mocking look back towards the four clans, Redpaw, lay down under the stars, wondering, not for the first time, what would become of them all. 

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Giving the area another good sniff, Shadowpaw grumbled as no more prey scent reached his nose. "I think all the other prey has been scared off." He told Gingerstorm, blue eyes glittering with remorse. "But at least we caught something." Shrugging, he padded back towards the she-cat he considered a friend, fur fluffed up against the biting cold. "Perhaps we should head back?" In truth he really did not want to, finding he enjoyed his time away from the m*censored* of starving cats and the lingering scent of death they all seemed to carry. But he did not want to get into trouble and risk holding back his naming ceremony. He wanted to be on par with Gingerstorm, not below her as a apprentice.

"Do you think we should meet up like this again?" He asked wearily, eyes searching her own. "I mean it might benefit us in the long run, as you stated earlier." He quickly added, feeling the need to defend himself. 

OoC: Fail post, guess i'm slightly out of shape... 

ooc; It is okay Stray, we were... off? For a bit. We are bound to be a little out of righting shape. =)

bic;

Featherpaw snarled at Redpaw for his sudden sneer of anger. It sounded more to her like fear. The fear of something new, she knew it was in him.  Licking some of the blood from her paw, she outstretched her claws. They had been annoying her for a while, and the pain seemed to be noticed by some of the elder warriors.

She licked around the claw, careful not to cut her tongue like she had done before. She couldn't get the thing out, it was frozen onto her claw. She decided to use the abnormally cold night to brush it into the wet snow. It tugged, then pain tore among the claw, but she pushed it harder into the snow. A tuft of something dark appeared onto the snow, she smiled as nicely as she could to Windprint beside her. He was defiantly getting suspicious.

She rolled her eyes as she bent down to smell the snow, he still thought she was a kind gentle she cat. He did not know her at all. He was putting Rosepaw's personality in her place. She sniffed then a smell... dried blood... then something strong. Poisonheheart's blood. That is what it was; but there was some black and white fur attached to it. 

Fear stung the tips of her ears, she whipped back up her head and looked around at the cats. They were watching the leaders talk about mouse-brained murderers.  She picked up the fur and blood in her teeth, then padded back. Windprint gave her a questioning look.

"What are you ea-"

"Nothing. Just.." she closed her mouth on the blood. "Just need to go make some dirt." her voice cracked, then she rushed out of the group of cats before Windprint could say another word. Once she was far enough away, she spat out the fur, then stared at it. "This is getting back at me isn't it StarClan?" she hissed when she noticed a blood trail from where she had walked. When she removed the fur from her claw, it must have been covering a scab.

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Gingerstream looked up at the sky, then back at Shadowpaw. "I agree, this was fun." she looked at her feet, then hesitated. "I would love to do this again." she meowed looking at him with aqua eyes glowing. Then she dipped her head to him, and sped forward with her long FireClan legs.

The loud crush of made Sweetpaw feel like she was being swallowed by a giant, heavy wave. Squeaking anxiously each time a large warrior -usually unfamiliar- crashed into her as he or she struggled to get closer to the leaders, the small she-cat finally gave up trying to listen to the gathering and scampered off towards the edges, where there were less cats, and most of them elders. This is better, she thought with a purr, surprised that she could actually hear the Clan leaders better from this greater distance. Maybe because it's quieter, she mused, her ears flicking as she tuned into the discussion. "...and give Redpaw a male warrior, Windprint." Sweetpaw's head jerked up. "Another change of mentors?" the she-cat meowed sadly, feeling a bit left out. Ever since her own mentor had disappeared, she had been mentored on-and-off by Leopardwind, but the proud warrior had other things on her mind and often forgot to take Sweetpaw out for training. Which reminded Sweetpaw, where was Leopardwind? 

By now the meeting had ended, sort of, and Sweetpaw didn't feel like hanging around only to be caught in the stream of leaving cats, which would probably feel something like swimming upstream during a salmon-run. Feeling a bit apprehensive at her audacity, Sweetpaw padded over to Redpaw in quick, mincing pawsteps, giving the tom a pitying look. "Why are you so angry?" she mewed softly, settling down a small ways away from him, curling her white-splotched tail over her paws. Blinking ocean blue eyes she watched Redpaw carefully, wondering if he would be angered at her for asking such a private question, and as well for the pitying voice she was using. Ducking her head away from the other apprentice Sweetpaw sighed heavily. "You don't need to answer, but..." she trailed off, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence, "you could say I'm curious," she finished after a few long moments, the tip of her tail twitching as she shifted nervously.

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[I don't know what to do with Leopardwind D8 And I'm being kicked off. T.T]

ooc; Okay Det! I Edited my first post on the thread. I will edit the Master Cat list soon too. About time for another post! =3

bic;

Rosepaw stepped away from the cats. They were noisey, and the real reason she stepped away, they smelled. Everything had a stronger scent... The cat's must have not been bathing.... Hopefully they would realize it. Padding north, she walked past the FireClan cats, there tall figures were extremely thin, more thin than they were at normal. They seemed so fragile, so breakable that she winced every time one of them stepped, or moved.

Turning her crystal gaze from them, she padded on into the darkness of the cave-camp, where the cats would sleep. Her stomach made a loud growl, which echoed around the cave. Shrugging away the embarra.ssment she told herself over and over again that there was no cat in side the cave with her. Some type of feeling was still pressing her to go over to the strange lump of moss over in the corner. There was a possibility it was a cat. But no cat could be that small.

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"Strange," said a black, cat with orange and white flecks as he uncurled himself. He looked at the IceClan apprentice with striking green eyes. "Wh-who are you?" she squeaked out. 

"Oh me?" Darkstorm meowed, voice deep and rich. "A FireClan warrior." He looked around, "Couldn't you guess?" he stood up revealing the skinny tall body, tall pointed ears, thin tail, and a modeled face. 

"Well it is dark in here." she meowed back to him, fear was still lingering in her voice. Darkstorm let out a grunt, "Eat this, I heard your stomach." he replied with little amusement in his voice. I don't mind her in here, but it isn't good for a cat this young to be that hungry. I can spare myself even though I am a new warrior.

"Why would I trust you!?" her voice echoed around the cave, and her pupils floating in her crystal colored eyes shrunk to slits. "You are a FireClan cat."  

ooc; Aaaaaaaaaannnnnd that is all I got. Right now... there will be a better one later.