The Hushed Wind Carries Bad News:.

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=3D4353] Cat: Whisper Notes: Whisper is a pile of bad muse o__o I love him, but I can't write for him for anything x__x Too afraid. Terror. The small gray shape flickered along the dark shadows towards his camp. If it could be called that. Whisper was too afraid to follow Twilightstar all the way back to camp with the queens, but he knew they would be in good paws. May the rats stay away from them. He didn't want to be caught. What would Crueleye say? Surely letting the queens leave was a bad idea, but he couldn't stop them... He didn't want to, they were his clanmates. Or were. He hoped that Crueleye wouldn't be too upset. Or mad. He hoped that he wouldn't attack him. He was a loyal good warrior! He was alive and healthy. He shuttered, taking a few timid pawsteps forward, wondering if he would even find any cats around. Often their clan was pretty scattered. "Hello?" He mewled in a normal voice, shaking- it was as loud as his voice ever was- he was yelling in his standards. He had to be strong for his clan, as much as he feared what might happen. He also had to share the news of Twilightstar's kits... Somehow he knew this would end badly, very, very badly.

[/color][/td][/tr][/table][/blockquote]

[Shadewing]

Kit - Redeyes [Sorry for posting with him I'll write his form soon I promise ]
Words - 276
Muse - Tis okay I guess =P
Notes - I will write his form I promise you ;;

Redeyes cold, hard dark yellow eyes [Why'd I call him Redeyes if he doesn't have Red eyes I'll never know ] stared at the small cat. He stood upon his pile of mush, watching the rest of the cats flit about camp. The very first thing he saw, or didn't see, was the abscense of the queens. His eyes narrowed at Whisper, and he leapt down from his perch, landing on top of the cat scarcely bigger than an apprentice.

"Where are the she-cats and their kits?" He hissed, spitting delibirately in Whisper's face. He'd never liked him, too soft and too much of a wimp. He should have killed him where he stood, right here, right now. And when Crueleye got back, Whisper would be in even deeper nuts.

Redeyes slammed Whipser's head to the floor in blind anger, his own face almost touching Whisper's. His larger body over-powered the older cat, but he was sick, but Redeyes did not give a d**n.

"Well?!" He hissed again, standing on Whipser's tail with his claws, torturing him. He'd never tried this before, and it felt good, he felt a rush, he felt like a new tom. He felt like a true leader. When he returned to Thunderclan, Patchstar, the soft old lump who let any old cat join the clan, wouldn't stand a chance against him.

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=3D4353] Cat: Whisper Notes: Oi you, watch out for power playing there. =PPP If this was any cat but Whisper I would have torn your ear off xD The small gray cat scrambled out of the way, cowering timidly as Redeyes nearly landed on him. He stared at the cat for a second, taking in his sharp words. "WHERE ARE THE SHE-CATS AND THEIR KITS?" Whisper, by any means, did not have keen enough hearing for the hiss to literally sound like shouting, but his heart stopped and the words tore at his flesh as sharp as any claws. Redeyes might as well have been yelling. He dipped his head, about to answer, his blue eyes narrowed to stare at the ground at his leader's paws. Because that was how things were run around here, end of. His tail curled around his flank, and his whiskers twitched at the spit in his face. There was nothing he could do though- this was his clan. He had to live up to his punishments. He understood this better than the queens, yet he knew he would always have the worse of the blows. He closed his eyes for only a moment, and suddenly his head was slammed to the floor- it wasn't much of a difference, he was nearly groveling anyway. But it still hurt, and the dirt in his face wasn't very nice. He snarled- something of a tough sound. He wasn't weak, he wouldn't allow himself to be seen like that. So he wasn't going to whimper- not until he felt thorns in his tail. "WELL?!" His blue eyes opened wide and his breath fell short. His blue eyes stared up at his leader- well, one of them did, the other was smushed into the ground at this point. His jaw locked in place, holding hard against his instinct to cry out. He felt his claws unsheathe, but he would never dare attack his leader. No, that was unloyal. His eye shut tightly, and he made the darkest, dangerous hissing whisper he had ever made, "they're gone." He kicked off with his paws, shoving himself away from Redeyes- his short tail tearing away from his claws. He was used to pain in his tail anyway- there was a reason why it was so short after all. He scrambled quickly away from the other tom, and stood up straight, as if he was a soldier in an army. "Redeyes, they left. I couldn't stop them- did you want them dead? They're kits would have starved and you know it. B-besides... Twilightstar found us. And she wasn't going to let me lay a paw on them," his voice was quiet and hushed- quick, rapid. Terribly, terribly sharp and quiet, perhaps matching the malice in Redeyes' voice. He didn't want them to leave either... He would miss them- and now he was going to loose more than an ear for this. "At any rate," he tried to defend himself. "This might help Crueleye's plan. If Fireclan kits grow up in another clan, surely they could help us take over later?" His whiskers twitched, ignoring the dull pain in his head and the stinging feeling in his tail. Unlike Redeyes, he had planned out what he was going to say. Hopefully he would his preparation would be enough... If not, he was more likely to survive a night with the dogs.

[/color][/td][/tr][/table][/blockquote]

[Shadewing]

Kit- Redeyes
Words - 283
Muse - Fairly good
Notes - Hehe, but in Redeyes' description you can see why he can easily overpower others. Plus he has guerilla tactics DUNDUN

Redeyes moved his paw off of Whisper. His love, his kits, ripped away in only a few seconds. He still had Whisperingwind, but she was not like Lillith. Lillith was beautiful, and strong. She reminded him of his sister, Twixpaw, and Angie reminded him of Troublepaw.

He hissed to himself. This... This 'Twilightstar' would be punished for stealing his first mate, and his own kits. But Whisper was right. Fireclan needed those kits to rise up and lead the clan to Fireclan.

He knew Angie's kits would know about Fireclan, but Lillith's would not, and he wanted Lillth back. He prowled back to his perch, yowling out "Gather around cats, I need you NOW."

All the cats of Fireclan, Hopecry, Silverpaw, Firepaw, and the rest [can't be bothered searching for them =P] all gathered. Crueleye was absent, but that was what he was like.

"We are going to attack this.. Clan of Twilightstar's to get back our queens and our kits, and perhaps even steal a few females." The toms of the clan roared in glee at this proposition, Silverpaw was now the only female, and she huffed.

"Also, Silverpaw and Firepaw have proved themselves to be warriors, strong, and ferocious like Fireclan itself. Silverpaw, you shall now be known as Silverfeet. Firepaw, you shall be known as Firepelt. May you both defeat all enemies standing in your way!" Redeyes grinned. Silverfeet would become his third mate.

Now they just needed to attack that god d**ned clan that belonged to Twilightstar.