'the guillotine' WC VS RC FIGHT HERE

[minnowtail]

Her dainty paws didn't carry her as fast as the warriors paws carried them, and the silver tabby was left behind in her attempts to keep up. The sun was still rising over the horizon, and streaks of fire splintered over the distance in scattered pieces, the beams crashing into trees and disappearing from sight. Minnowpaw didn't know what she was expecting to find, bodies strewn across the moorland, or bodies floating atop the surface of the river, either way, the images in her mind were gruesome. Was it sad to think, that she didn't even want to keep up? That she would rather fall behind and away from the fight, if it meant not having to injure others... or be injured herself?

A memory of Mutefangs icy gaze fixed on her, slightly narrowed in an intimidating distaste- her side throbbed at the thought. And that hadn't even been a real border fight, just a simple misunderstanding. Not all WindClan cats were that way, however, Minnowpaw remembered the other warriors, who disagreed with Mutefangs discipline, and then Raggedpaw. He was so different in a way she had never seen before... she didn't want them to get hurt.

She didn't want her own Clanmates to get hurt either, but they were jumping into a fight when they knew they should pull back. They had to know that! Since camp she was trying to drill it into their skulls but they all heartlessly ignored her words because she was only an apprentice. There was a darker part of her, somewhere very far in her heart, that wanted to abandon them to fight alone. You reap what you sow, as she had told her mentor before...

Ears pulling back, the wind whipped her face and her bi-colored blue eyes squinted against the cold, dry air. She couldn't do that to them, for all that they had done for her. It was her family, and to leave them was a sin, no matter how much she didn't want to fight. The little silver she-cat drew close to the waters edge, and it rippled when her forepaws broke the surface, half wading in, half stopping to survey the scene.

She could hardly see above the reeds, but she knew Feathertail and Doveflight had come through because she could smell them in the air, even above the metallic taste that stung her throat. She craned her neck, drawing another step further into the glittery body; movement sounded, and suddenly she was alarmed when a very injured warrior just miss crashing into her. His gray fur was dripping with both blood and water. She gasped, but held her breath in silent shock. Was this what it had come to? Was WindClan invading RiverClan now... ?

Wait.. No! She knew that cat! "Smokeheart?!" She shrieked, horrified to realize that this cat was her own friend! She hardly recognized him; his scent tasted mostly like foul rabbits and a crimson sheen was a mask over his once handsome maw. "Are you okay? What's happening over there?" Her mew was a frightened whisper, as she was more afraid than ever. I'm wimpy.. Her courage to defend her Clan was destroyed, and she shrank back, unwilling to continue. This was a disaster.

[poisonpaw]

poisonfang of riverclan

In this farewell, there's no blood, there's no alibi

[atrb=border,0,true] Poisonpaw had never realized how strong RiverClan could be sometimes. That, or they were just being complete idiots for not realizing that they were loosing. After Poisonpaw spat out his insults to the leader, he studied Stripestar's body language. Hatred had spilled into his eyes, causing them to erupt from so many emotions piled in at once. The two tom's tails lashed the air in a rythmatic way, as if in a synchronized dance. Disbelief echoed through the flaming orbs, and after that ginger ears flattened to the skull, a snarl drawing back his lips to reveal gleaming fangs, Stripestar yowled with a powerful voice, 'RiverClan killed WindClans deputy, Greencloud on WindClan soil!' For maybe the first time in his young life, Poisonpaw was shocked. He felt as if someone had leaped on him and ripped his own life away from him. Of course he wasn't sad, he didn't feel pain when some cat died. But, he had no idea one of his own Clanmates would do that. 'Alright, new respect for RiverClan!' Poisonpaw grinned, his hard yellow eyes became softer, and shone with a fearsome joy. He was part of a fight that was able to weaken an enemy Clan by taking away a life. Brilliant! A second snarl escaping from Stripestar brought Poisonpaw back into the fight. Why was he spacing off so much today? 'I have been more than kind to you murderous filth by offering you an alternative. You took the life of one of our Clanmates, and continue to preach to me about breaking the warrior code!' His tail flicked back and fourth, beginning to slow down as Poisonpaw began to become calm. The pain in the back of his head seemed to be dull now, but he didn't care about it right now. 'Interesting, I had no idea,' Poisonpaw did his best, but he couldn't keep the grin from forming on his face. Murders were serious, because they can happen to even the greatest warrior, but they kept you on your toes. Made your skills sharper, and kept you cautious. 'Maybe it wasn't my Clan's fault. Maybe you just can't train your cats enough so they can actually fight in a battle.' Poisonpaw kept his tone cold, and his eyes hard, but the impish grin was still plastered on the tom's face. Slowly, he began to retreat, but he never turned his back on Stripestar. That was a cowards way of retreating and he wasn't going to give the WindClan cat the pleasure of seeing the back of his head and his tail low and dragging in the dust. Finally, he was able to escape the battle and he had to sit down for a moment to catch his breath. But he wasn't alone for long because a few mouse lengths away Smokeheart and Minnowpaw were talking. The apprentice seemed nervous and shaky, maybe even terrified. But it didn't matter to him because he could care less. But still, he stepped out to face the two cats, but this time no hostility was hardening his face. 'A battle is taking place, a very bloody battle.' The black tom glanced at his own back, and saw it was still sticky with his own blood. 'A battle that we started, and now a battle that we are loosing.'

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[stripebird]

Stripestar didn't miss the triumphant grin that slowly formed on the ebony toms maw; it didn't irritate him nearly as much as his words, because an inexperienced kit would understand very little about anything. To first preach about breaking the Warrior code, defending the notion that a Warrior does not need to kill to win his battles, and then to feel cheeky about killing another? Both hypocritical and contradicting. Poisonpaw didn't know anything, and at this, the pale tabby leader's own chuckle erupted from the depths of his throat. Interesting, I had no idea, maybe it wasn't my Clan's fault. Maybe you just can't train your cats enough so they can actually fight in a battle. He coldly put.

"Of course, that must be why your Clan is the one losing." He indulged bitterly, before Poisonpaw left, backing away slowly down the slope, where he disappeared at the edge of the reeds. Ignorant RiverClan cats, trying to defend themselves with statements that made them look even more wrong than they already were. Good, leave. You flee in fear because you'll die if you don't. And thanks for stating the obvious about your murderous kin. His green gaze immediately scanned the field for Doveflight, in the event that she would creep around his attention and slyly attack him. Cats around him continued fighting; it seemed there would be no reason to make another plan after all.

[smokey]

The gray warrior was near the RiverClan border when he was stopped by an apprentice who was on her way to fight. "Smokeheart?!" He recognize the voice to be Minnowpaw. As he couldn't see much of what was going around him, he could tell from her voice she was terrified. Terrified to fight. He couldn't blame her for being scared to fight, it wasn't like it happened everyday a cat got into a fight with another clan. Smokeheart believed that no cat ever got use to the scene of cats fighting, blood being everything and wounds appearing out of nowhere. "Are you okay? What's going happening over there?" Before he could answer Poisonpaw came from behind and told he want was happening. "A battle is taking place, a very bloody battle." Smokeheart was mad that this battle even started, it shouldn't have happened in the first place. "'A battle that we started, and now a battle that we are loosing."

"This battle could have been avoided!" Smokeheart hissed as he swung his body around to face the apprentice. "Lives didn't need to be lost to a pointless battle. It's best for us to lose, what do we have to gain from this battle? The victory of taking another's life? More or less Greencloud's life!" Smokeheart's throat grew heavy as he said Greencloud's name. He was the one who killed the deputy and no one would ever know it was him, but would StarClan know that he did the dirty deed of taking a life?

"We need to get our clan-mates to back down, and know the fight is over. There is nothing to gain from this border fight and there is no point in it to continue on." The gray warrior had so many thoughts and ideas running through his head and he only needed one of them to try and figure out what would be the easier way to get every RiverClan cat back on RiverClan soil and off of WindClan's. He thought that maybe Minnowpaw could do it, but as it seemed she was too afraid to even go out into battlefield where blood was everywhere. Poisonpaw could run back out there to tell everyone to retreat back to camp, or Smokeheart could do it himself, but he would have to help to guide his way to the battlefield before any more lives were lost from this border fight. "I need to go out there and tell our clan-mates to stop, and to stop Stripestar!" Despite his blindness the gray warrior was determined to stop the fight from going on any longer.



OOC: RIVERCLAN CATS, NEED TO RETREAT. WINDCLAN IS SUPPOSE TO WIN THIS FIGHT!
Smallie, make Minnowpaw try to stop Smokeheart from going back into the battle and causing more damage to himself.

[daisy]

A silver tabby yowled in pain as she was attacked from behind. Whirling on her hind paws, the RiverClan she-cat hissed and scratched at the WindClan warrior, hissing loudly. Feeling the wounds throbbing on her body, Silverstom huffed heavily trying to catch her breath. "I'm not going to win here," she meowed, gasping. Coughing, the silver tabby glanced around, shaking her head, splattering blood on the ground. Closing her eyes, Silverstorm listened to the fight, before flicking her ears. "Why are we fighting anyhow?" she wondered, gasping as she fell claws on her back. Hissing, the silver tabby rolled over onto her back, before jumping back onto her paws. "I'm going back to camp, there is no way we can win!" she meowed, struggling out of her opponents grasp and limped out toward the RiverClan camp.

(SILVERSTORM: RIVERCLAN CAMP. (I'll make a thread if injured needs to be treated.)

[feathertail]

feathertail

"It's got me mixed up, trying not to give up. tell me there's a way to get out of here.

riverclan

Feathertail quickly rolled off of Graywind's back, bouncing back up onto her feet. She was unlike many other RiverClan cats, she was quiet swift and agile, another reason for her name. Feathertail's ears pricked up, Poisonpaw's voice was distant, a small hiss in the wind. She wasn't too fond of the small black apprentice. He was shady, mouthy, and cunning. He made her skin crawl under his gaze, something was not right about him. He was a complete loner pretty much. He hunted alone, ate alone, slept injavascript:add("","") a corner. He must have insulted the WindClan leader because Stripestar seemed to tense. Her attention was drawn away by the WindClan leader's powerful voice. "RiverClan killed WindClans deputy, Greencloud on WindClan soil!" The words struck every note in her heart. She felt the hurt of Stripestar, she did not know Greencloud well. But she did know how it felt to lose. To lose someone you were close with, she knew they were a close pair. Greencloud had served under Stripesar for many moons. Her thoughts took her back to her mother and her death. Things weren't the same after that... For many moons prey did not taste the same, the sun did not shine as bright, the river did not sing as loudly. Feathertail had lived in a dull and colorless world.

They a shock fell over Feathertail, one that made her knees a bit weak. They had caused this, a careless patrol with an overprotective leader. What had they gotten into? The silver tabby shook her head. She was angry with her own clan mates, for breaking the warrior code and crossing the border. This entire mess could have been easily avoided if they had been more level headed. But no such thing could come of such narrow minded cats."I have been more than kind to you murderous filth by offering you an alternative. You took the life of one of our Clan mates, and continue to preach to me about breaking the warrior code! Leave now or die!"

[/b] Stripestar stood tall, ready for another round. His warning was powerful, they had lost, the WindClan cats fought for more than just pride. They fought for revenge, the revenge of a fallen comrade. There was no justifications in that. And Feathertail felt a bit of respect as she met Graywind's eyes. She understood the new found ferocity in the tom's voice. The wild gleam that filled his eyes. Filling up to the brim with hatred, they mirrored her very own the day her mother was murdered. She sheathed back her claws.

A twinge of disappointment filled her gut. She knew she had to back down, this was no fight they could win. Nor was it a fight that they deserved to win. She only thanked StarClan that all the RiverClan cats were still alive and prayed for forgiveness. The silver she-cat's icy blue eyes fickered over to Poisonpaw who now slunk away into the underbrush, he must have been done insulting the WindClan leader. She watched him disappear into the shadows, like the sneaky foxdung he was.

The rest of the RiverClan cats seemed to be disappearing from view. One by one ebbing back into the darkness. Any other fights had seemed to have come to a stand still. She ran over to Doveflight, standing by her side. "We should leave"[/b] she whispered in the mottled she-cat's ear. She looked into Stripestar's eyes, a simple understanding filled hers. She felt an odd bit of respect for the leader. Then she did something she had never done before, it was an alien reaction to and alien feeling. The silver tabby dipped her head, closing her eyes in condolence for Greencloud. She looked at the rest of the WindClan cats, she could feel their eyes burning int her pelt. She was still on the defense just encase they felt the need to jump her and Doveflight. They seemed to be the only two RiverClanners left. She didn't know where Minnowpaw had gone, she hoped she was alright.


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[minnowtail]

Further movement caught the silver tabby's attention, and the instant Poisonpaw disturbed another section of the river, her bicolored azure eyes whipped to fix on his dark pelt. At least he was alive, she figured tentatively, even though she didn't speak to the shady tom often. They simply said greetings sometimes, but never chatted. But Minnowpaw didn't run over to him to see if he was okay, she stood where she was, her limbs frozen into place; wet to the knees. Poisonpaw faced both she and Smokeheart, answering one of her questions before the warrior had even uttered a sound. "A battle is taking place, a very bloody battle," He meowed, his voice as hard as his fiery amber stare, and she had already figured that much, but what he said next was like music to her ears. "A battle that we started, and now a battle that we are loosing."

Minnowpaw didn't know how she could have ever expected any different from a serious border dispute, but in her chest, hidden from her Clanmates, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief that WindClan was standing their own ground. But anger - impossible rage that RiverClan had bothered to even start this fight to begin with. Her only response to Poisonpaw was an understanding nod, considering there was nothing more she could say. Good. Her fear ebbed away, leaving behind concern for a bleeding Smokeheart. She would personally rather help him back to camp than attempt to defend her Clanmates; soon enough they would fall back, once they realized the inevitable truth Poisonpaw had just voiced.

"This battle could have been avoided!" Smokeheart suddenly growled, his messy figure turning on Poisonpaw in obvious disappointment and fury, and Minnowpaw was taken aback by the ferocity in his tone. Did he really feel that way? "Lives didn't need to be lost to a pointless battle. It's best for us to lose, what do we have to gain from this battle? The victory of taking another's life? More or less Greencloud's life!" She gasped as soon as the words trailed from his mouth, and she blinked in confusion at Poisonpaw. A cat was killed? When she didn't recognize the name Greencloud, she realized sadly, that it must have been a WindClan cat. There was no Greencloud in RiverClan. "Greencloud was killed? Since when do we kill other cats?" She was ashamed, and her voice held the basic form of a scolding, but there was more shcok and disbelief audible. This entire day felt like just a bad dream, the kind apprentices have their first night in the apprentices den. She wanted more than ever to wake up, discovering that none of this had ever happened.

"We need to get our clan-mates to back down, and know the fight is over. There is nothing to gain from this border fight and there is no point in it to continue on. I need to go out there and tell our clan-mates to stop, and to stop Stripestar!" Smokeheart meowed urgently, his head swinging around as he listened for his Clanmates locations. There was a silence that followed then; Minnowpaw was thinking to herself, her mental voice coming and going in rapid whispers. Her emotions rocked back and forth like salt and pepper, in turmoil against whether to defend her Clan for their bravery, or to be angry for their foolishness. That wasn't the only thing she couldn't decide on; she couldn't figure out whether or not she would side with a rival Clan when the time came for confronation. That made her feel like a traitor, because her Clan was her first priority. To stand against them and tell them how wrong they were was like slapping a babies hand twice, how could she do it? They were her family... but what they had done was wrong. They should have listened to me. She thought, pained to realize how not even Feathertail had listened to her ideas.

In response to Smokeheart, Minnowpaw was aware that few RiverClan cats remained on the field, outnumbered greatly, but what did he mean 'stop Stripestar'? Surely, the Leader was only keeping his Clan from being defeated? She ran her tongue over his face, lapping away some of the blood that blinded him, "I don't even think we need to say anything," she meowed lightly, flicking her tail over his shoulder in a friendly gesture. A wounded Silverstorm scampered past them, not even stopping. She must have realized too, and that was when Minnowpaw was quite sure Smokehearts plan was unnecessary. "We may have been irrational to start this, but no cat can disregard reasoning. Lets just get you and Poisonpaw back to camp..." Almost guiltily, she glanced at Poisonpaw, hoping he would help her guide the bleeding Warrior.

Without waiting, she nudged Smokeheart in the direction of camp, her tail finally resting over his shoulders so he would know she would be beside him the whole way there. Odd, that she mourned for this lost Greencloud she didn't know at all, and for all the injured, and odd also to feel joy at an enemies victory without having to take part. To know that Smokeheart had agreed with her made her even more glad. It meant she wasn't alone.

No cat could tell her that she had been wrong. As soon as the patrol was back to camp, she would make certain they knew she, a new apprentice, had been right.

[graywind]

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[bg=333344] The spine. He didn't know where the voice came from, where the sensation and the foreboding that washed over him resonated from. But, his adrenaline forced him to barrel head first into that thought, that warning. That reaction; he had little control left, and hardly any logic. But as Featherflight leapt, a hiss contorted his features, loud and sneering. And his body twisted. Not him - his body. It swerved, and it twisted, as she whisked toward him. Time seemed to slow down, barely enough for his clouded mind to recognize the events occurring. Her unsheathed claws, the glint in her eye - the distant chaos of their Clanmates battling and bleeding. His bodice managed to dodge mostly to the side - but she still managed to clip him. As a matter of fact, as his claws went to rake at her limbs, she managed to keep a firm grip on his back. Thankfully, not as near to the spine as one would need to be concerned about - but, blood still pumping with his fight-or-flight instinct, he wanted to get her off him. And with a snarling-like expression, he snapped at her, ivories gleaming. However - thankfully - that nearly close call had knocked some logic back into him. Slowly, but getting there. But he still could not hear the others' cries. Stripestar's voice did indeed ring - but the words sounded muffled to his ears. Most of what he heard was his blood pounding near his eardrums. But someone was listening, and clearly at that. Feathertail released him, rolling with the agility that almost nearly rivaled the average WindClan feline. Barely. But impressive, for a RiverClanner. Just as he prepared to pounce, however, his logic began to return again, the moment she paused her clash with him and turned her attention toward his leader. Perhaps he should have played dirty, stolen her life just like they had stolen one of their Clanmates. Wait - what? Graywind's lobes flicked, and the realization hit him like a stone-covered tide, freezing and powerful. He nearly stumbled as his attention snapped toward the tabby tom, his adrenaline down as he regained who he really was. Who he wanted to be. Not the monster that showed its nasty fangs on the battlefield; no, the old Graywind was back. And he was filled with grief. Not just a rage, but a mourning. Lament. He would never forgive RiverClan. Not for taking Greencloud, and never, for causing this horrendous battle and still insulting them as if they were lower than the rest of the Clans of the forest. His amber gaze flickered; oh, that Poisonpaw. The Egyptian Mau despised holding grudges and burdens - but that wretched apprentice was among those he could not afford to forgive. Not for speaking to Stripestar like that, not for brushing off Greencloud's death and then to go so far as to believe their loss was for the rest of the Clans' good. He wanted to lash at the tom so badly. However, his attention returned quickly to Featherflight. How long had he stood thinking? A second? Several minutes? How long? His guard rose again, as well as his alertness; how foolish he was being today! Tensing slightly, he prepared for an attack - but quickly, he realized.. her claws were gone. They were sheathed. Blinking, rather confused, he glanced up - and she caught his eye. Immediately, his pale auburn orbs mellowed out. He could see his own pain reflected in her azure optics, and he could sense her calming down. Realizing what this battle really meant. He was thankful she had some sense. Despite the stinging of his wounds, he did not feel any bitterness toward her. The rest of RiverClan and its patrol, yes. But not toward Featherflight; she seemed the level-headed one among their bunch. And he respected that. Just as she respected them - with the dip of her head. Her respects to a deputy, a loss, not even within her Clan. Perhaps there was faith left for peace in the forest. Just, perhaps. Blinking slowly as they retreated, beginning to feel the sting of his wounds, he padded slowly to Stripestar. "Stripestar.. Stripestar - how are you feeling?"

[/color] he murmured gently, his cranium lowered; he noticed the physical wounds. But the mental were for deeper. Far more concerning, and much more what his inquisition referred to.

As a matter of fact - was anyone alright?



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[smokey]

Smokeheart could smell a few of his clanmates running past him as they retreated back to camp. The border fight between WindClan and RiverClan was over. Everyone should know that by now, if they didn't then it was there loss to still be out there fighting for no reason at all. Maybe the other cat will realize they didn't hear the battle was over and sums have been made. WindClan will never let it down that their deputy was killed on the battlefield, they will be expecting to will another battle at the cost of a life from RiverClan. Smokeheart could expect it from them, but it would probably wouldn't happen for a long while. Probably before anyone really forgot it was out of mind or will every cat that was involved had just forgotten about it before they attacked.

At this point, Smokeheart didn't really know what he was talking about, his mind was all out of whack, losing a lot of blood from his head wound could be one thing to make him not think clearing. He knew he had to stop Stripestar, but he didn't know why he had to stop him. It was just became a blur to him. He felt Minnowpaw's tongue go over her bloody eyes. Maybe with the some sleep and rest off his feet he would feel a lot better and be able to see clearing again, once his eyes were washed out. Smokeheart followed back with Minnowpaw's tail on his shoulder as they headed back to camp. He felt like he could sleep for moons once he was able to lie down.

Leaving this thread and going to if everyone cared. post-border fight

[--*doveFLIGHT]

doveflight of riverclan

She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart

[atrb=border,0,true] Her golden orbs flickered, mostly with anger and frustration. She never knew it could be so hard to endure pain, but she was learning now, that war was not the answer. She yowled in pain as more cats poured in, and she got battered from each side, and Stripestar battered her too. She jumped up, to avoid any more cats coming for her, and she landed beside Feathertail. She flicked her tail back and forth, and smirked. She knew Feathertail was fleeing too. Her dusty brown pelt was stained with blood, and a gash on her shoulder was bleeding heavy. Everything was rushing around her, and she almost was overwhelmed. She knew she couldn't pass out now, so she got to her paws. As she did so, she felt light headed. Doveflight stumbled a bit, and sat at the end of the border. The wind blew softly, and she knew that her clan was battered, and defeated. It took amazing amounts of strength to keep the battle up as long as they did. Windclan proved to be the better fighter. The older she-cat looked over he shoulder, and saw the bloody mess of cats pouring out of the fight. She shook her head in disbelief, and finally took off after Smokeheart, and Feathertail. The battle was clearly over, and left many wounded. It made her sad to know so many cats were suffering from wounds. It was not natural for that to happen, but there was no way to prevent it now. It was over, and she had to accept that fact. She walked on, beside Feathertail, a single tear rolling down her blood stained face.

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[stripebird]

Was there ever a sure way to know the differences between right and wrong? Or was everyone doomed to follow their own morals, or ones they had picked up as they aged? Stripestar found himself thinking of this as he watched the RiverClan fleet diminish one by one. Perhaps his warnings finally sunk in once he let them know that his motives were validated; in any event, after that bit, they all must have settled on retreat rather than demise, because every Warrior knows that disgraceful murder followed by death is merely karma and is dishonorable by all means. Regardless of foolish pride.

Although, he had surprised himself today by the ferocity he unveiled from within, his blind rage and lunges for whoever he could get - and if he knew who he was inside at all, he knew very surely that this wasn't him. Spring green gaze dampening, he scanned the hillside for more enemies, almost accustomed to the feeling of suspicion.

Would he really have went along with his threats and attempted to kill as many as he could? In his heart, he felt they deserved it, but his mind deliberated otherwise. He knew Greencloud didn't deserve it, however... He had thought himself to be a good, honest cat, but lately, all of these mishappenings and border disputes had his fur on end, whiskers twitching, muscles tense, all the time. Would it ever really end? Maybe this was the end of it?

Maybe now RiverClan would just stop hassling WindClan for territory - or just to be obnoxious! Or is that more wishful thinking? Ah, yes, of course. There had been false hopes before, what if this was just another one of them? In a week, would RiverClan be back for more?

He found, as he observed the way Feathertail scampered down to Doveflight, whom was nestled below, that she reflected a common sorrow. Did she feel guilt and regret? Did she know what it was like to lose someone very close? Did all of them? Maybe that was it, maybe they just understood WindClans pain, and knew, that their claws would never dull and their strength never fade, because they grieved sharply in their hearts. Every concept that involved Greencloud choked Stripestars chest, making it hard to breathe. Oh, how he grieved already...

His ears flattened, watching as Feathertail silently pitied their loss, her silvery blue orbs closing before locking straight with his. And he never yielded. He had lost his best friend, how could he ever forgive the one who murdered him? Uncertain if he was being apathetic to the she-cats sympathies because he was exhausted, throbbing and brokenhearted, he kept his actions indifferent. He didn't want her to think he didn't appreciate her condolensces, but at the same time, he wanted her to understand that the blow RiverClan had done to them was not something that could be pardoned lightly... To anyone.

Stripestar.. Stripestar - how are you feeling? A familiar voice meowed quietly, concerned for him. He waited until he was convinced that all RiverClanners were across the border, and WindClan was once again the herold of the moors before he turned to Graywind, a deep angst in his rays; now that the adrenaline had vanished, he felt weak and heavy, and not by his injuries...

"Wounded. What they have done... It has clawed at my heart, instead of my pelt." He whispered, grief breaking his usual honey-like intonations. "Come with me," he flicked his tail, slipping down the ravine towards the monochrome figure lying unmoving nearest the reeds.

Little did he know, that Greyfur had died as well, not far off, just to Graywinds left...

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[elmfrost]

The world seemed to blur, the RiverClan's patrol swarming up from the bank back toward them. In all honesty, he felt lost within the battling cats as body after body collided with each other. He should have been fighting along side them, but something had brought him to a sudden stop. Maybe it was just the weight of the fact they'd already lost their deputy, or maybe it was the pointless struggle of what they were actually doing. Not that it really mattered. Glancing toward Moosecreek, the tom pulled himself back up the hill slightly, icy gaze scanning the scene before him. "Leave now or die!" Stripestar's yowl cut him from his thoughts, at least for the time being as the tom raised his tail, facing more than his fair share of warriors. Then again, there wasn't a fair share in this. Weaving his way through the fights, the tom closed his eyes for a long moment, before turning toward one of the RiverClan warriors, prepared to launch. Thankfully, that was the moment they pulled back, the moment the clan withdrew back to their watery territory. Staring after them with cold, almost unsure eyes, Elmfrost let his fur bristle slightly before turning back toward the rest of the clan, barely catching Graywind's words as he addressed the ginger tom. "Wounded. What they have done... It has clawed at my heart, instead of my pelt. Come with me," Glancing after the ginger tom as he made his way down toward the reeds, he paused for a moment before following, his attention flicking around the remaining cats almost absently. Moving silently to the leader's side, he gave a long, drawn out sigh, the spark of grief lighting his icy gaze as he looked toward Stripestar. “Who do you think did this?” He murmured, claws digging into the torn grass as he glanced forward once more, scanning the still figure not far off. [ooc; -headdesk- sorry for the crappy post and the fact I said i'd reply weeks back] [bg=1c1c31][atrb=width,400][atrb=border,0,true]