The Hunt... for Herbs || Open

[Delillah]

The sky was clear, free of clouds, leaving bright sunlight shining down on the hills. The air was pleasantly warm, with a bit of a breeze, and no real moisture. A good day for gathering herbs. Which was just what the medicine cat had decided to do. There were no cats in the medicine den to attend, which also helped. Though, the tom really did hate to stray from the camp. Least someone get injured on the rare occasion that he was gone.

A quick glance about, and the tabby slipped through the grass, limping slightly off his hind leg. It was a limp that would never quite leave, even though the weather of the day was exceptional. The pain was as nonexistant as it would ever get. One would never find him herb hunting on a day where rain even seemed likely -- his leg wouldn't allow it. Another reason he hated to leave the camp; in an emergency, running was difficult; regardless of if he was running from danger, or back to camp to aid the sick or injured.

Fighting was worse. Well, really, anything aside from walking was pretty bad, and he would pay for his herb-hunt later. But, Finchflight needed herbs to attend his much-loved clan. One day, he'd get an apprentice, perhaps, who could help with the collecting. Another glance about, and the tabby tom scented the air, nervous. No danger seen, heard, or scented.

He needed so many herbs -- he'd have to make a few trips out today, and the next few days. Newleaf was the best time for collecting, afterall -- especially since leafbare made supplies low. Ah, a cobweb. Perfect!

[>>|Lilly|<<]

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Hot Chelle Rae - Tonight Tonight


It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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Nicolae slyly eyed this.. Pitiful excuse of a tom from his place in the shadowy foliage of the undergrowth. "How sad..." He snorted, rolling his blue eyes at the toms form that sly just meters before him. Nicolae's black ears were thoughtfully laying back onto his head while a wicked feline grin began curling up at his lips, revealing blood-stained yellow teeth that were sharpened and swift on killing.

As always young Nicolae's main scent was masked over by the various heat scents of she-cats, what a big surprise. He was normally like that and you had to be standing close to actually catch wind of his real scent that identified Nicolae as.. Well, Nicolae himself.

"Hm.. Might as well have some fun while I'm out here." He thought, that grin still plastered on his face. Carefully the tom sat the rabbit he had caught from Windclan's territory onto the ground, automatically making the bush rustle with the amount of carelessness he had added into the whole situation. Honestly he had been out hunting.. But when this sorry little Medicine Cat appeared thoughts swarmed all through this young toms mind. Thoughts that only a true and pure-bred Bloodclanner would think up.

[Delillah]

Limping nearer the cobwebs, he examined them carefully for a moment, the tabby checking for any signs of a spider, before he was certain the web had been abandoned. No need to bring a spider back to the medicine cat den. He really wasn't too fond of the eight-legged things -- they creeped him out. Then again, most thing did startle him easily. Honestly; a nasty enough mouse could've chased him off.

Finchflight paused slightly, skimming the area again. He felt uneasy. Well, more-so than normal. Perhaps he should've asked a bored warrior to come along. The company would've been nice, if nothing else. Nervous as he was, the tom did love his clan and his clanmates. He'd have never survived the rogue attack and twoleg, if not for the drive to return home. That was in the past, of course. Better things to think of. Like the herbs he needed.

Grabbing a nearby twig in his mouth, he leaned towards the web, pushing the stick through it to gather the sticky silk -- then froze. A rustling sound, quite close. The twig was dropped, bringing a portion of the web down with it, and he turned towards the sound. Fur on end, the medicine cat eye'd the nearby shrubbery. "Who's there?" A clanmate, he hoped -- though a quick scenting of the air offered little. The scent detected seemed that of a promiscuous tom; several she-cat heat scents noticable.

Oh, Starclan. He really hoped it was just a clanmate who had an adventurous private life.

[>>|Lilly|<<]

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Hot Chelle Rae - Tonight Tonight


It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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Nicolae eyed the tom with overly amused blue eyes, a smirk clear on his face at the toms jumpiness. "Hmp.. I was right... A pitiful excuse of a tom." He thought, tipping his head softly. The black and white toms spine tingled, ready to leap and mess with his.. Mm.. Toy. Not mate-wise, of course not but.. Kind of like a moss ball, like he and the den mates used to play with when they were kits. Ohhh, they were all so innocent back then!

No one would have ever thought that they would become what they were today. Blood thirsty Bloodclanners. Automatically the tom moved around, making the bush rustle even more as he didn't bother answered the tom. A bit closer and Nicolae would definitely be one to leap from the under growth and get to messing the the Medicine Cat. He had never been patient like Hypocrisy normally was or known to re-think things over like Mink. He was more of a hit-and-run type of guy.

[Delillah]

No, Finchflight wasn't the bravest of toms. Quite the contrary. He was rather pitiful, particularly for a wild cat -- one that should've been used to the dangers of life. He was unnerved at the lack of response. Surely a clanmate would've said something? Even apprentices knew it was best not to screw around with him. He was a wreck on his own without the teasing of clanmates.

Prey would've fled, also. And yet, the undergrowth kept rustling. Something was moving in it. Much closer than he'd realized initially. The tom shuddered and stepped back a bit, favoring his uninjured legs, least he need to flee from danger soon. "W-who is it?" Hissing softly, Finchflight slid back a bit further, body lowering into a slight crouch. Again, he scented the air -- but found no familiar Windclan scent.

"Starclan.." Muttering the word, the tabby tensed, watching the movement in the shrubbery. Oh, be a clanmate, and not something like a rogue.

[>>|Lilly|<<]

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Hot Chelle Rae - Tonight Tonight


It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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Nicolae automatically choked back a laugh that had threatened to escape and blow his cover. Slowly the tom made the bush rustle again though easily grew bored with this. Smirking softly her bushy tail lashed to-and-fro before he automatically pounced from the bush with a high-pitched hiss of amusement. "So sadly.. I'm growing bored with you. It's just so sad..." He stated, slowly beginning to stalk around the tom in a perfect circle, his head held high and tail curling up.

Slowly the toms white claws slid out, slightly digging into the ground as he glared coolly at his amusing little toy. "Come now, put on a show will you? Make me laugh, truly I was trying not to earlier- You're just soo.... Pfft, pitiful." He laughed, lifting up a paw and swiping it teasingly at Finchflight, though missed on purpose as he just wanted to see the reaction.

[Delillah]

The rustling. It was enough to make him wish to dart off and not look back. But, if something was stalking him, he'd never run fast enough to out do it; and with his back turned, he would be defenseless. Then, a tom sprang from the bushes. Black and white, light blue eyes -- he wasn't from Windclan. The tabby knew all his clanmates well enough to realize this quickly. The unknown tom circled as he spoke. How to escape? Finchflight saw no easy way to retreat. He was outmatched for a fight, without a doubt. Another shudder, and he crouched lower; a defensive position.

Put on a show? He hissed slightly -- not agressively; more-so of fear. At the swipe, he lurched backwards, back arching, favoring off his damaged leg, with another frightened hiss. "G-go away, please.. I don't want trouble. I'm a medicine cat, just collecting herbs.." Eyes wide, Finchflight dropped down again; belly nearly on the ground, and ears flattened. This situation horrified him; the familiarity of it made his stomach tighten. What had it been, fifteen moons ago? It was the past -- he didn't want to repeat it.

[>>|Lilly|<<]

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Hot Chelle Rae - Tonight Tonight


It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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Nicolae raised an non-existent eyebrow at the tom, amusement still dancing in his blue eyes. Now... That was downright sad. "I'm giving you a chance to do something before I rip your pelt to pieces, y'know." He spoke in that annoyingly mocking and teasing voice, that same smirk still playing just because he knew that Finchflight wasn't going to do a thing but beg him to leave. Snorted the tom stepped back, looking his little victim over before he swatted his claws at Finchflight's ears, this time, actually aiming to hit the pitiful little tom.

"Why should I?" He said, flicking his tail over at the bush where he had his rabbit hidden. "I'm not done hunting, and I'm sure Hypocrisy is hungry too. He loves the taste of warm cat flesh." Smirked Nicolae as he began circling around the medicine cat again.

[Delillah]

Short tabby pelt standing on end, Finchflight stared as the threat was heard. It was teasing in tone, so, perhaps.. for the moment atleast.. the small tom was safe of actual death. Of course, he'd rather a quick one than to be tortured until his life slipped away. But, what was there for him to do? Pathetic as it was, he didn't have the confidence to save himself. Had there been a kit or elder endangered, he'd have shown another side, brave enough to rival a Thunderclan warrior; but for the moment, he was terrified.

A slight cry -- both of fear and pain -- came as the tom batted for him, recoiling from the claws as blood flicked from his ears when the clas made contact. Nothing too severe, for now; he'd pulled his head back quick. The claws did nick the thin flesh, however; a warning to him of the possible fate that the tom could cause. "I.. I'm not here to cause you trouble -- I just wanted to gather some herbs." His stomach tightened with fear. Cat flesh? Dear Starclan..

[>>|Lilly|<<]

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Hot Chelle Rae - Tonight Tonight


It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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Nicolae smirked, "But I know your not my dear little creature." The tom had started back in his swift little circle again, his cold blue eyes never leaving the form of the pitiful little Finchflight, "I'm here to cause you trouble." He answered, his head held high and that same smirk still curling up on his face.

[Delillah]

Tail coiling around his body, the small tom pressed his ears back, flat on his skull, head turning to follow the motions of the likely-larger cat. Around and around the black and white one went; every loop filling the tabby with dread. Every one felt like a step closer to impending doom, afterall. The tom would grow bored. That's what he feared. Because, when the tom grew bored of the harassment, death seemed likely.

Shaking, now, Finchflight gave a weak, trembling hiss, lashing out a paw once or twice. An effort at batting the unnamed rogue; though his claws were most of the way sheathed. Then, he coiled himself closer, light green-gold eyes wide, following the movement sharply.

[>>|Lilly|<<]

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Hot Chelle Rae - Tonight Tonight


It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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Nicolae merely stepped back from Finchflight's bat, smirking in total amusement as he glared coolly down at the medicine cat. "How disappointing.. I was looking for more of a fight." He admitted, tipping his head as he looked ever so calmly down at his prey-like victim.

[kdrod95]

Mistflash swiftly followed a trail through the hills, barely noticing where she was. Odd. I don't remember there being so many hills around this part of the territory. She thought. Suddenly, she heard movement close by, and then it dawned on her. She was in windclan territoy! But it sounded like a cat was being harassed, or attacked or something of the sort. Warily, Mistflash decided to follow her ears to source of the noise. Her gray pelt blending in with the rocks. Peering out from behind a boulder, she spotted two cats. One was an unfamiliar black and white tom, the other she recognized from gatherings. He was the Windclan medicine cat; Finchflight. Mistflash could smell that the black and white tom was bloodclan, and this tom was circling Finchflight. She could tell that Finchflight was scared, and if she was in his position, she would be too.

Silently, she padded out from behind the rock. "I'm very sorry for straying onto Windclan territory!" She gasped to the medicine cat. "I got a bit distracted." She said with a polite dip of her head. Mistflash eyed the stranger warily, every muscle ready incase he attacked the medicine cat. She would not let another clans medicine cat die while she was around. She shot Finchflight a glance that said "I'll protect you if he attacks." Mistflashes gray tail flicked in uneasiness...

((OOC: Hope this is okay. If it's not, just delete the post I made.))

[Iv]

A hard earned rabbit lay forgotten in the grass. Something didn’t smell right.

The sand-coloured tabby sniffed the air, nose crinkling at the familiar stench. What was ShadowClan scent doing here, in WindClan territory? Acting on his responsibilities, the Deputy moved about, tracking the scent-patch of the ShadowClan warrior.

It was leading not away, but further into WindClan territory. It was not a revelation Sandstep liked. His fur had pricked at this, a low, angry growl sounding from the tom’s throat. What was ShadowClan here for? Steeling their prey? Or..Worse?
In irritation, his tail flicked; lashing back and forth as the cat followed, followed, getting more and more angry as he did so.

Sand was a nice fellow. A nice fellow.. To other nice fellows. Those who broke rules and stole were to be seen as the most disgusting, most foul, most rightless pieces of carrion on earth.
So, as he strode on, his anger rose, and his caring depleted. Most likely, the ShadowClan warrior would not see the happy, all-to-eager-to-please WindClan deputy that WindClan usually saw.

He detected urgency. Fear. Someone’s fear. A WindClan cat’s fear. .. Finchflight?

Was the ShadowClan warrior hurting Finchflight!? A medicine cat?

Kill abandoned completely, Sandstep no longer followed the trail, tail lashing, but followed the trail as fast as he could; sailing past the land with every ounce of speed he could muster, anger fuelling him onward. Faster…Faster..Make.Them.Pay!

When Sandstep finally came upon Finch, he didn’t even stop and look for the attacker; leaping over one of the rolling hills with a demonic hiss; claws flashing and dirt sailing and his bit them into the earth, wheeling around with an angry screech in the direction of any who were not Finchflight.
“Get out!”

But..That wasn’t a ShadowCLan warrior. That was someone else. Nicholae was eyed in confusion. Then, the actual ShadowClan warrior, Mistflash. What..was..this?

[Delillah]

Really, the batting hadn't been much of an attack. Not even an attack; but a minor effort to get a bit of space between himself and the potentially deadly tom. Oh, what he'd have done to have a set of working wings right this moment. To fly far away from the potential danger, to his clan's camp, and the safety of his den. If he made it out of this alive, he'd be in that den for days. Probably not even straying for fresh-kill. Least Nicolae somehow be near. And, well, because of his nerves; which were now fried once more.

Then, a new arrival. A light gray she-cat; not of Windclan. He bristled more, if at all possible, huddling down to the ground in a desperate effort to hide himself entirely. Though, the scent he knew to be Shadowclan. He might've seen her amongst the cats at meetings -- he observed like a hawk during them; they scared him, honestly. So many unfamiliar cats, so much risk of danger. It was hard for Finchflight; but it was a part of his job. The she-cat seemed friendly, however. Protect him if the unknown tom attacked? A strange offer; but one he wouldn't reject.

"T-thank you." A nervous reply -- but whole-heartedly thankful. Unless of course the she-cat turned out to just be acting. It wouldn't shock him. Nothing would, really. Okay, maybe not nothing. Because Sandstep sure did. The deputy came from nowhere, darting up, springing into sight, and screeching at the intruders. While the Shadowclan she-cat had seemed friendly, Sandstep could be trusted much easier. In a blink, the tabby tom had moved; attempting to flee to where Sandstep was, cowering near him, if possible.

"Sandstep! The she-cat.. she.. offered help.." Plain language? Don't maul her. Because, well, she hadn't been threatening him; if anything, she might've been Finchflight's only chance at survival, had the deputy not appeared.

[>>|Lilly|<<]

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Hot Chelle Rae - Tonight Tonight


It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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Nicolae growled lowly, his eyes swiftly travelling from Finch, his starting prey, over to the Shadowclanner know as Mistflash, then to Sandstep. "Oh great.." He mumbled under his breath, taking a slow step back. He knew for a well known fact that he was in over his head and the moment and so slowly began creeping back to the bush to grab his rabbit.

[kdrod95]

Mistflash crouched in submission when the Windclan deputy appeared. "I'm so sorry fro intruding Sandstep!" She said. "I got distracted, and then I found this stupid Bloodclanner circling Finchflight, and I knew what he would do." This was true. Mistflash knew what Bloodclanners were capable of, as she had experienced it herself when she was an apprentice. She kept her eyes on the Bloodclanner, in-case he decided to attack them anyway. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Finchflight. It's just that some of you already know what they did to me when I was an apprentice, and I would not wish that on any clan cat -- Besides a bloodclanner." She added, her tone sharp with disgust. The pale gray she-cat turned her icy green gaze on the bloodclanner, and she narrowed her eyes. She was a pretty good fighter, and wouldn't hesitate to maul a bloodclanner if they got to close, or attacked a clan cat. A soft, barely audible hiss of disgust escaped her mouth, and turned her now-wary gaze on the Windclan deputy. "Again, I'm sorry for tresspassing, and I'll leave now." She turned, ready to leave, but paused again and shot the bloodclanner a look of pure hatred.

[Iv]

Eyes narrowed, the sandy tom said nothing, remaining still. This was not the situation he had been expecting.

When Finchwing ran to him, he send a reassuring tail-flick toward him, only half noticing any wounds. He still hadn’t taken his golden eyes fully off the intruders, no was he going to any time soon. The ShadowClan cat was speaking as if she was helping Finchflight. But..Was that really so?

If he was not so busy glaring at Nicholae, he may have had time to gaze at her suspiciously. Of course, revelation that he was BloodClan and the black and white tom’s own words had him the main focus.

He would not turn his back to either, naturally- but for now, it was Nicholae that the sleek tom took a step toward, growl still echoing in his throat. Although sleek as he, his pelt was currently on end; prickled in absolute rage.

He could not think of word to say in his rage. Instead, he hissed at Mistflash “Do not move, ShadowClan warrior.” In the dirt, once again, his claws dug; not to get grip, this time, but to pivot in and out threateningly. Or to sooth his own rage, which was boiling to breaking point as it often did when Sandstep felt one of his WindClan friends were in danger.

“You were harassing our medicine cat, were you, BloodClan filth?” His hiss was no less vicious than it had been when he had first arrived, seeing only a scene that he very much disliked. It really wouldn’t matter if Nicholae had just been playing around, or if he had the intentions to kill- he had ruffled Finchflight, and intruded WindClan territory. Nicholae was the marked enemy.

All BloodClan were the enemy. Nicholae was marked by the obsessive deputy now, however- revenge he would get.

[Delillah]

Safely near Sandstep, the medicine cat dropped down into a crouch once more, eyes darting between the two potential enemies -- although, he didn't feel the she-cat had actually aimed to harm him. She'd seemed honest. Nontheless, he watched both with a nervous stare. Least they did attack -- because, well, Sandstep was only one cat. And, could one really consider Finchflight a cat, in the sense of being any aid in a fight?

Bloodclan?

The tom shuddered, eyeing the black and white one, now. That was just as bad as a rogue. Really, Bloodclan was just a bunch of rogues if one thought about it. Then, he flickered his focus to Mistflash once more. What had been done to her? He really wasn't that aware of the precise members of each clan outside his own. He was a bit too nervous to socialize at gatherings, and kept away from the gossip running through camps.

He didn't ask, however. It seemed rude.

Plus, Sandstep's anger kept the medicine cat quiet, cowering as close as he could safely manage. Really, he wasn't the bravest, even for a medicine cat. Luckily, this time, he'd only got a few scratches on his ears; nothing that wouldn't heal quickly. Finchflight shifted off his bad leg at this thought, a spark of pain reminding him it wasn't to be overused -- which meant, stood on with his full weight for more than a few moments.

Quiet, Finchflight would remain crouched, fur floofed out to make the small tom seem bigger; and observe. He had nothing to say; and most certaintly wasn't going to attack, or even flee. Because fleeing would include abandoning the safety found by being near the Windclan deputy. So, he'd just stay nice and quiet.

[>>|Lilly|<<]

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Hot Chelle Rae - Tonight Tonight


It’s been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter
And my girlfriend went and cheated on me
She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it
Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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Nicolae restlessly eyed the Windclan deputy, his ears laying back on his head as his eyes shifted through the three cats. It didn't really take a genius to figure out he was over his head and badly out numbered. The black and white tom took one last step towards his bush, glancing at it before immediately shoving his body into it and yanking up his rabbit in the process. The muffled yelp of pain was heard clear through the fur of the rabbit, the creature he had began biting so hard on that blood was spilling out from the meat. Nicolae blinked in annoyance, stumbling from the bush with his black and white pelt filled over with brambles. "Damn it.." He mumbled through the rabbit's fur. It was clear he had made a total fool of himself. He frowned through his prey, immediately darting past Sandstep and Finchflight with his black and white standing on end, wanting out of his little problem as soon as possible.

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[kdrod95]

The scarred gray she-cat could see that Sandstep was furious. Mistflash couldn't blame him, as she had trespassed onto his territory, and this bloodclanner was also terrorizing their poor medicine cat. She stayed put, not wanting to fight this windclan deputy. Suddenly, the bloodclanner took off, crashing into the bushes and Mistflash heard a yelp from a rabbit. Then he bounded past. Fury at where he was heading made he fur fluff out, and every muscle in her body stiffen., revealing a few of the many scars on her neck. Mistflash didn't care though. She just baerely managed to keep herself under control and not chase the vile cat down and kill him herself. "He's heading towards Shadowclan territory." Mistflash muttered with a hiss of anger. "The coward." spat in total fury. She glared after the black and white cat for another moment, and then took a deep breath to calm herself, and returned her gaze to the deputy. She stayed where she was however. Her fur finally managed to be snoothed out, though it was pretty obvious that she was not happy.

[Iv]

A wild, feral spitting, and Sandstep took another step forward; sandy fur still on end, long, thin fangs bared at the BloodClan cat. He was retreating, and with a rabbit. Stealing WindClan prey, too, was he?

And then, Nicholae was gone- fleeing past Sandstep and Finchflight. Appose to what one may expect, the Deputy seemed even more enraged by this.

“Get back here and face your PUNISHMENT!” Abandoning Finch, and, amazingly, the possible dangerous ShadowClan warrior, the tabby-tom was off with a loud hiss; swinging around so fast he tore chunch out of the grass he was still dug into, tail straight out in the air like an angry warflag. He was after Nichoale, now- golden eyes flashing with a more then half-possessed anger, fangs still visible as he scowled.

[Delillah]

"I live in the past,
I can't move on beyond the pain,
I feel no release,
I wanna find my peace of mind.

My fear, my fear,
It's holding me stillborn,
My fear, my fear,
I'll never be again."

The black and white tom took off, into the bushes; with a cry as the bush snagged his fur. Then, out the cat came again. He stared, wide-eye'd after the Bloodclanner, before the tom reappeared, darting past. A yowl ensued, tabby flinging himself aside, fur on end and eyes widened. Because, really, the tom would be so mousebrained as to attack him with a deputy and warrior present. Of course he wouldn't. He was fleeing. Then, Sandstep reacted. Before he did, Finchflight did.

Not to give chase to the threatening tom, but to fling himself safely away from Sandstep. Because, as predicted, Sandstep took off, darting after the fleeing enemy. Safely out of any possible path the warrior would take to pursue the Bloodclanner, the medicine cat favored quickly from his bad leg, then crouched again, ears pinning. Well then. He was exposed once more; left with the Shadowclan she-cat. She meant no harm, as far as he knew; though if she wasn't truthful, she now had an opportunity to attack.

She was looked toward for a moment, before the limping tabby shuffled closer to some shrubbery, cuddling himself near it for the security it offered.

[kdrod95]

“Get back here and face your PUNISHMENT!” came the enraged voice of Sandstep, and then he was off after the bloodclan cat. Finchflight huddled closer to the shrubs. Mistflash gazed after the deputy, wondering if she should follow and help the deputy out with the bloodclanner. Many cats knew of what they did to her, and she would love to get her paws on the fleabag. Instead, she decided against it, knowing that Sandstep would probably not be happy with her, and she wasn't about to face the furious deputy. Instead, she glanced at the tabby medicine cat.

"Much as I would love to help out your deputy in punishing the dirty fleabag, he probably wouldn't be too happy about it. If any more of those stupid excuses of clan cats come, I'll fight them off for you." She growled. "I wish they had never stayed in the forest!" she spat. Twisting, and probably exposing some of her scars, Mistflash began to lick at her ruffled fur to smooth it down a little. She warily scanned the moorland, searching for any more cats about. "I'm also sorry about trespassing on your territory." She muttered, turning her attention back to the small windclan cat. "And for any trouble I might cause if Sandstep tells your leader." She continued,. her gaze apologetic. "I hope that piece of filth that calls himself a bloodclan cat gets what it deserves." She muttered darkly. Heck, she kill the scumbag herself, if Sandstep brought it back.