Snowkit nodded. "O-ok." padding beside her he padded about. Hoping not to get into trouble again. 

OoC: Hey guys, I'm sick. =( I thought it would mean amazing, long posts, but really it just sucked all my energy. I'm brain dead. When I get better I will give you a great post, but in the mean time I just get to cough. ::sniffle-coughs-whimps:: ='(

(IceClan) 

Rain began to fall more heavily as Nightpaw listened outside of the stone medicine cat den, thunder boomed above the IceClan camp as the cats sat helplessly inside watching the storm. Lightning seemed to tear down from the sky, like huge claws. Nightpaw shivered, scenting the electricity, she curled up in her nest and listened, as hail began to fall from the sky.

(Journey)

 Rainfeather looked up at the sky, they were out in the open, as lightning cracked across the sky. She spotted a large bolder, a shallow cave was carved out of it. It will do the night.... Rainfeather thought, splashing through the mud, she picked up Shadowpaw by the scruff and carried her to the cave, her fur plastered with mud, Patchpelt had gotten into the cave with the others, she looked around and the lightning flashed behind her, she padded around to see if there was any bedding, then snatched some ferns, then looked around for more, running in and out of the cave with ferns in her mouth.  She came back out for more then the lightning struck a birch tree, it slowly began to tilt then plummeted to the ground, Rainfeather let out a terrorizing yowl then, ran ahead only to get hit down by one of the tree's branches. Now covered in mud Rainfeather painfully slipped out from the branch,a scratch on her muzzle bled as she looked around the tree to find a couple of broken branches, she picked up the largest one and dragged toward the cave. As her white... not muddy tail dragged behind her she dragged all the loose branches she could find, the hail scratched her pelt, then she returned to the cave, with a pile of sticks. Rainfeather and the others made a barrier with the branches, to block out the rain, but mostly the hail.

They made nests out of the ferns she gathered, but it wasn't the same as the soft nests in IceClan.  She closed her eyes, falling asleep with the distant roll of thunder and rain and hail hitting the boulder.

A little out of breath, Redpaw bobbed his head at Falconwing’s words. I’ve impressed her, he thought excitedly. They had practice all night, giving him an eerie edge on night fighting. Even though his pelt was dulled from the malnutrition and ice clumps, Redpaw still stood out like a fiery beacon. Heaving himself to all four paws, he shook some of the slush from his fur but some icicles stuck to his underbelly and paws. Ignoring them Redpaw chose to wait until he reached the apprentice den to lick his coat dry. When he and his mentor arrived at camp, Redpaw remembered their earlier talk. “Falconwing,” he yowled a bit too loudly. “Um, I just wanted to, uh…thank you for the training!” Rushing the end, Redpaw closed his eyes in embarra.ssment, and dashed to the apprentice den. That is mouse-brained! I don’t like respecting elders. He thought gloomily, it makes me feel like dirt. But he knew that he would try his hardest for Falconwing, and for what seemed the hundredth time, Redpaw wished that she had been his mother.

Then a piercing yowl filled the night. Swiftdarkness, who was going to greet his mate, spun around to see Snowkit being lifted by a stark black raven. “No!” he hissed, racing for the white fluff. Bunching his hindquarters, Swiftdarkness leapt into the air, twisting and turning, and slashed at the bird. The raven dropped Snowkit in its attempt to strike at Swiftdarkness. Yowling in pain as a talon sliced his shoulder and chest, Swiftdarkness closed his eyes, hoping to save them, and plummeted to the ground. With a grunt of pain he slammed into the hard, frozen ground. Hail bit into his black fur, but the cuts burned the worst. Looking around, Swiftdarkness saw Snowkit and limped over to him. Gasping for air, he nudged the kit and asked, “Can you breathe?”

Fernseed, who had gone out to get some herbs for Louke’s cold, dropped her merger mouse near him. “You were out and about, weren’t you?” she scolded the lanky tom. “Eat this entire mouse; I put some herbs in there to subdue that cold you’re getting.” Her silver fur fluffed with worry, Fernseed was about to crawl into her nest when a cry for help echoed into her den. Running forward she almost plowed over Nightpaw, “Oh, sorry, Nightpaw I didn’t…” Her thoughts left her as she caught a good look at the black apprentice. She looks like…Blackfang. Closing her eyes and shaking her head, Fernseed mewed, “Get me some cob webs, I have a bad feeling about this.” Rushing over to where the cry had come from, Fernseed found Swiftdarkness towering over Snowkit. “What happened?” she cried.

“A raven almost took him for food,” the ebony tom gasped.

Clearly he had saved the kit, but at what cost. He had long gaping wounds on his shoulder and across his chest. “Let’s get you two to my den,” she mewed. “I can treat you better there.” Picking up Snowkit, she loped worriedly back to her den. Gently placing the kit down she ordered Gentlepaw, “Get that extra moss from my den, take it all, and Nightpaw! You get me Emeraldrain.” She’ll need to warm the kit.

Patchpelt followed Rainfeather’s lead, seeing the semi-dry cave. Tightly grasping Littlepaw by the nape of her neck she hurried toward the safe haven. Once inside, Patchpelt pushed Graypaw, Littlepaw, and Shadowpaw to the back where it was the driest and thanked StarClan that no other creature was occupying the den. As Lostfoot hobbled in, she looked around for Rainfeather, but the silver, white she-cat had bravely gone out into the storm to get fern leaves and branches to help their protection. Lightning bolted through the sky once again, and she braced herself over the apprentices protectively, hoping her warm would keep them calm. When Rainfeather returned, Patchpelt gasped at her ragged disposition. “Rainfeather,” she cried, “What happened?” Quickly taking the ferns from her mouth, Patchpelt shuffled the apprentices until she had a nest for them. Ushering them back, she laid down beside them. Quickly she took role of leader and ordered Lostfoot to look over Rainfeather’s wounds. “When you are done, sleep, both of you. I will stay guard tonight.” It’s not like I can sleep anyway, and maybe StarClan has another dream for one of the cats.

 OoC: Eastie, yup. The cats are on the move. I hope you don't mind. They are just in TreeClan, resting in a cave until the storm moves out.