Trouble [ALL SHADOWCLAN]

BLAZINGPAW
Blazing like the coldest fire.

Peaceful, tranquil dreams occupied his mind. The large tortoiseshell tom slunk through the undergrowth of the pine forest. A plump, juicy chipmunk sat before him, oblivious to the cat behind him. An almost devilish grin covered his face, licking his lips he proceeded forward. Suddenly an ear rattling screech penetrated his dreamland. At once the tom was awake. Startled he glanced around, the other apprentices were stirring as well. It wasn't just him. He could hear frightened voices starting to emerge from outside. Eyes wide he recklessly fled out of the apprentice's den. The screeching drew to an eerie halt.

The forest was silent.

A few relieved sighs passed amongst clan-mates. Suddenly a cry sounded from the left side of camp, "A tree is falling! A tree is falling!" Blazingpaw backed up, his eyes rapidly searching for this 'falling tree', his ears flat against his skull. A blood-curling creek grew louder and louder. The looming beast blocked out the moonlight. Blazingpaw pelted into the apprentice's den,

"Hurry everyone out! Abandon camp! We're all going to die!!"

A loud crash echoed around the camp. Everything grew silent once more. A few voices were heard outside again. Curiously Blazingpaw poked his head out of the den. A large pine laid directly in the middle of the camp. Luckily no on was hurt. Great Starclan, that must be it.

He should have knocked on wood.

All at once the screeches of metal on metal pierced that once calm night. The camp was alive with the sounds of petrified cats fleeing from their deaths. Trees were falling left and right, smoke was filling the enclosed. That horrific two-leg stench drifted in with the ash.

What's happening?

He felt the tugs and pulls from his clan-mates as they tried to rush out of the camp, but Blazingpaw stood still. Was Starclan punishing them? Suddenly someone knocked into him. Blazingpaw couldn't make out the cat but they simply meowed, "Do you have a death wish? Get moving!"

At once Blazingpaw found his paws, without much more thought he raced blindly through the smoke. Desperately trying to seek refuge somewhere in the pines. But two-legs surrounded the camp, the only way out was heading towards the lake.

As Blazingpaw left the camp, he only found himself turning back one last time. "Goodbye." he whispered as a tree crushed the nursery beneath it's whiskery needles.

ooc:All Shadowclan cats are encouraged to post their own escape here! Please follow with what I've already said though. I don't care if some are trapped, get killed, etc. Just get this board moving!

Oh and can someone save Silverwing's kits? {They all are going to live unless Rpers say otherwise} she isn't in camp right now. Neither is Hawkstreak. THANKS!

Boneface
^{A purple heart only prooves you were smart enough to come up with a plan. Stupid enough to try it.
And lucky enough to survive.}

Raggedflower
^{Keep bleeding love}

The large grey tom woke up upon hearing the screaming. He stood upright and turned to look at the tree. "Great Starclan." He mewed, eyes wide as the sound of falling trees and screaming cats filled the air! "RUN!" He mewed, then stopped. "Starclan no..." he gasped turning and running to the nursery. Raggedflower cowered, looking up at him. "The kits." she mewed. "Silverwing's too." she added, whimpering.

Boneface nodded and reached down, grabbing Weasel kit.
"Help, someone! there are kits in here!" He pushed Weaslekit out of the nusery. "Run, that way." He said pointing with his tail. Then he moved back into the nest, ready to help. "Grab your kits Raggedflower." He said, licking her quickly. "We need to get out of here."

Raggedflower nodded.

Fisherstep
^{I don't want to grow up, this is too much fun}

Fisherstep heard the yowls of Boneface and came running. Seeing what was going on she laid down. "Silverwing's kits, get on my back and hold on. Use your claws if you have to." Then she bent down and picked up two of Raggedflower's kits. "Come on, let's go." she said through the scruffs of the kits she carried. "No time for dawdling, we don't want to die after all."
She began moving out of the camp as quickly as she could, hoping someone would take one of the two kits off her back. She wasn't moving fast enough. What was she going to do?
She couldn't let these kits die. Not ever, she wasn't going to give up.

Nightflower
^{I'll wait for you forever}

The black tom turned and ran towards the edge of the camp, grabbing Weaselkit by the scruff as the little tom ran past him. "Come on kid, Fisherstep's got your sisters." He mewed, carrying the tom as he ran to safety. He turned back for a second to look at the camp, his grey eyes wide. Why had Starclan let this horrible thing happen? Why? His ears drooped a little and he looked away. Where would they go? How would they live?

He looked up to the sky. "I hope you are able to find us my sister." He mewed softly. "Please come back to me."

Tinypaw
^{Sometimes the smallest storm causes the most damage}

Tinypaw watched what happened. "I knew it." she muttured. "Starclan is punishing us. But did they listen to me? No." She sighed. "One day, when I am medicine cat, unbelief will be purged from the clans. We will be pure once again." Her ears flattened against her skull and she let out a low snarl. "But for now, we run. Like cowards."

She sighed and looked for Crystalmoon. Where was the medicine cat, the odd creature that she was. Maybe she would die in this catastophery. Then Tinypaw would be able to do as she pleased. With a grim smile she turned and left the camp.

Mysterypaw
^{An enigmia}

Mystrypaw had been hiding in the apprentice den, trying to avoid going out to where the monsters were. However now, they had come to her. She felt like the whole thing was her fault. If she had obeyed her mentor, maybe they wouldn't have come to the camp.
"NIGHTSCAR!" she screamed as she ran, looking for the black tomcat. "Nightscar, where are you? Where did you go?" She was terrified, her tail puffed out as she ran for her life.

Why was this happening, why was there death all around her. She was terrified at the sound of screaming, cats. She was sure that someone was going to die. She panicked, running around in circles.

(whew... long post)

ooc:// Mystic, both Mysterypaw and Tinypaw need some more words before the meet the 100 word's minimum rule. Mysterypaw is in need the most, with 20 more words to reach 100, while Tinypaw only needs 4.

Also, I did that little bit with Nightscar since Dreamer is on vacation : P And she wants Nightscar to survive and stuff.

Oh! And Wishers, when do the special kitties come?

bic://

Redthorn

The red and white she-cat had been sleeping as peacefully as she could manage with the snoring Patchclaw beside her. Don't strangle him...don't strangle him... Turning away from her brother her eyes opened. It was dark. Dark and silent. Not even the crickets were making their night-time music. How strange... Redthorn thought just before an ear splitting shrill filled the night with terror. The den was soon filled with cries of terror and warriors jumping to their feet. Redthorn saw a flash of black and white out of the corner of he eye. Patchclaw! It didn't surprise the she-cat that her brother was among the first out of the den. He would do anything to protect the Clan.

As she dashed out of the den the shrill ended sharply. All the Clan was looking around, what was going on? Was it a false alarm? A creaking sound filled the silence. Redthorn saw the tree shaking and then tip over - right into the camp. Her yowl of warning mixed with others "Look out!" Redthorn felt a sob get caught in her throat. The nursery! But then she saw two figures streak toward the crumpled nest. Boneface and Fisherstep helped Raggedflower bring out the kits. All of them seemed to be safe. The warrior raced over to Fisherstep just as Nightflower did. He grabbed one of the shaking and wailing kits from the running warriors back, Redthorn snatched up the other.

The Clan was running for it's life. She saw nothing of Thievingstar or Nightsky. Great StarClan! Are you punishing us? Please, whatever we did, help us! The shrilling sound filled the air once more. Whatever was causing it wasn't paying attention to the sounds of frightened animals.

Patchclaw
When the silence of night was filled with the ear splitting sound of metal against metal, Patchclaw was up and out of the den in an instant. The camp was chaos as apprentices fled, warriors called out "Run! Run for your lives!" There was no order. The Clan would never survive if everyone ran for their lives. The shrilling stopped, the Clan followed suit, then a tree fell. Right on top of the nursery. Eyes wide Patchclaw was relieved to see some warriors thinking. The kits and queens were safe - for now.

Yowling at the top of his lungs to be heard over the returning sound, Patchclaw ordered the warriors near him. "Help the weaker and smaller ones instead of acting like cowards! Cinderheart is in the medicine cat den, help her out!" His eyes were quick to spot Redthorn with a kit in her mouth, heading toward the exit with Raggedflower and Nightflower. Good. But then his eyes caught another sight, Mysterypaw running around in panic calling for her mentor. Patchclaw bounded over to her and hissed "Quit acting like a mouse and get out of here! Help Redthorn and them with the kits, you stupid apprentice!"

Without waiting for the frightened apprentice's reaction Patchclaw ran toward the medicine cat den. Cinderheart was slowly and painfully making her way out, her eyes wide with fright as she scanned the camp. Patchclaw knew who. Like the apprentice she was looking for Nightscar. Reaching her he growled "Get a move on, Cinderheart!" The frightened she-cat jumped when Patchclaw spoke, but only nodded. But Patchclaw had already gone to make sure everyone was getting out of camp.

Cinderheart
The sound that filled the air filled Cinderheart with fear. Something was happening, something really bad. Scrabbling to her paws with pain she saw Tinypaw and Crystalmoon. It seemed strange to Cinderheart that Tinypaw didn't seemed frightened at all, only angry. But her thoughts didn't deal on it for long as she began to make her way out of the den. What Crystalmoon or Tinypaw said didn't matter, cats outside were running and scared for their lives. They had to get out before anything bad happened.

When she placed one paw out of the den, she froze. A tree fell right in front of her, crashing into the nursery. It was only seconds before warriors were reacting, helping Raggedflower and the kits escape. Nightscar! Nightscar where are you? Now Cinderheart was not only scared for her life, but for the life of her love. Suddenly a black and white form appeared in front of her. Jumping, the gray she-cat realized it was Patchclaw. His words barely registered in her mind but she knew what he had said. Painfully she began limping her way out of camp.

She hadn't gone far when she felt His presence by her side. Nightscar was safe, and now she would make it out of camp. The pair followed the rest of the Clan, slowly but surely, leaving what was once their camp, their home, behind.[/blockquote][/size]

( Mystic, I decided to cancel the Crystalmoon and Raggedflower because of this. I didn't even know you replied to it which is why I never replied ^_^; )

Crystalmoon
I wish everything was normal again

Crystalmoon scanned her gaze across her stock of herbs. Actually, for a while now she had been doing the same steps. Check, organize, again. Every single herb had never been perfect because of this re-ordering over and over again. It was only a mere sun-rise ago that she had to give up her litter to the grieving queen. And since then, she was restless and had non-stop energy, even in the night, just to distract herself from the horrid night.

Every blinking moment she wanted to be with the adopted kits. But one just stood out from the rest. Coalkit. The black kit looked just like his father. He was so identical it was scary. But, she had to force the fear of her own kit away. He was in good paws. He will grow big and strong, and become what his father should have been. Taking her mind off of the thought, she reminded herself about training Raggedflower. She had a good point; Tinypaw wasn't best fitted to be medicine cat. Who knows what she might do. But it'll be hard when she is taking caring of new-born kits.

A screech outside her den made Crystalmoon jump, throwing her focus off. Racing out into camp, she franticly looked around, spotting cats all over running out of the camp. What's going on!? Tinypaw was no where to be seen, no surprise. If she stayed by her side it would be helpful. Who knows where her apprentice was. Sighing, she had to carry the bundle herself. Pelting back to the medicine den, she grabbing as many herbs as she could of each kind just in case of wounds or any other disorder, then ran out.


Nightpaw
I could be cold, I could be ruthless. You know I could be just like you.

Nightpaw slept deeply from yesterday. But something woke him up, and he had no clue what. What an adventure he and Forestpaw had! But since that day it has been a little awkward between them because of the moments they shared. That reminds me, I still need to talk to her about that. Speaking of which...where's Forestpaw? Heaving himself up from his nest, he drowsily padded out of then den. Abruptly his eyes caught sight of fleeing cats.

His mind wondered to many conclusions of why this was happening, and then he suddenly knew why. Their camp was being destroyed! But by who? What cat or creature could cause such destruction? He opened his mouse. Twolegs. But where was Forestpaw in all of this? Searching for her familiar figure, the next moment all he saw was white-and-gray. Backing away he noticed he lightly ran into ShadowClan's medicine cat.

"Ahh, sorry. You need help with those herbs?" Nightpaw meowed quickly, in return for his mistake.
"Yes. Thank you," Crystalmoon meowed gratefully before racing off after her clanmates.
In a panicked rush, Nightpaw headed into the medicine cat den, clumsily grabbed as many herbs as he could stuff in his mouth, then quickly ran off after Crystalmoon. I hope Forestpaw is ok...

( Lol I barely have any ShadowClan cats compared to you guys XD )

ADDERFANG
A kind word can attract even the snake from his nest.

The tom woke with a jump. Unlike the rest he was a heavy sleeper. It took a lot of jostling to wake this tom. A lot of sounds, and noises. This particular time Adderfang managed to slumber through three trees crushing their camp. It wasn't until a tree smashed through the front of the warrior's den was he able to open his eyes. Panting from the sudden rush of adrenalin he shakily slithered onto his paws. "Great Starclan." Adderfang was trapped. The great pine had blocked any chance of getting free. Frantically he searched the den for any escape. There was none. To make all matters better he was alone.

Why wasn't I awoken? That self-pitying grabbed the controls. He could almost hear their thoughts. Let the ugly cat die, he has no friends. He's not worth it. But it was true. What worth did he have? Nobody appreciated any of his actions, his good deeds. With a heavy heart he fell back to his stomach. I'm better off dieing. A soft sniffle broke through the screams. What else did he have to live for anyway?

A bittersweet image drifted across his eye lids. She had a soft ginger and white complexion. Amber eyes. Redthorn was the only cat who tried to dig deeper past his looks. The bone trembling screams from outside died away as he remembered their conversation. The pair never did go hunting, the concept kind of withered away. But he still remembered her effort. Maybe her kindness was something to live for. Maybe just the idea of someone actually trying to get to know him was a reason to live. Just maybe.

The tom reached forward with all of his might. Pressed against the blockade he tried to get someone's attention. Adderfang's front paw was peeking through one of the many cracks. He just hoped that someone wouldn't recognize who it was, but notice that there was indeed a cat trapped here. Wanting to live. Even if it was just for a pitiful reason.

Suddenly he caught wind of Redthorn's familiar scent as she raced past the warrior's den. "Redthorn!" he screeched, "Redthorn!" he repeated.

He prayed to Starclan she'd hear him.

Redthorn had gotten the kit safely away from the destruction of their home. It would be safe with the others. Looking around Redthorn felt her stomach drop. Someone was missing, it wasn't PatchClaw, he was over their talking with other warriors about being prepared to move the Clan again. The silly warrior was in to big a rush to let Nightsky or Thievingstar do their job. Returning to her search the she-cat kept wondering who was missing.

And then she realized who. Adderfang.

She didn't care if the Clan would rather be rid of him. It was only his appearance, she was sure that the tom was a good cat on the inside. She was still determined to get to know him. We never did go hunting. Ignoring the calls of her fellow Clan mates Redthorn raced back into camp. She could die trying to save Adderfang, she was sure a lot of others would hate her for even attempting. If they do I'll just give them a piece of my mind.

The trees had destroyed the camp. She didn't know where any of the dens were. They were either destroyed or blocked. But she had to find Adderfang. If he was dead than at least she could try to pull him out of the rubble, to give him a decent burial. As the sounds the Twolegs were making returned, another tree fell right before Redthorn. Yelping in fright she dashed toward where the warrior's den use to be. Through the strange sound she heard a voice. "Redthorn! Redthorn!" The ginger and white warrior skidded to a stop and turned back to where her name was coming from. It was Adderfang trapped behind a tree.

"Adderfang! Are you okay? Is anyone else in there?" she heard no other voices, only Adderfang's. Scrambling onto the tree she placed her paw on his to reassure him that she was there. Frantically looking around she saw no place for him to escape. Another tree came crashing down near by. Redthorn's heart was racing so hard it hurt. Calm down, Redthorn. Think, think. Brambles had made up the dens entrance. She just had to pull them away to free Adderfang. As the sound return Redthorn knew she had to do it quick, before both of them were killed.

Taking a deep breath she called out to him. "Can you reach the brambles? Start pulling them away so you can get out! I'm doing it too."

Please, StarClan, let this work. Don't let us die.

MOTHSTORM
Come and get me

Mothstorm was among the first to awake. The she-cat had spent the night tumbling about, but sleep would never come. It wasn't until twenty or thirty minutes ago that she was able to fall asleep. But a different sound brought her conscious mind resurfacing. It was quiet, and constant. It was low growling noise. It was a monster. Wide awake now the she-cat slowly clambered out of her nest. Careful not to disturb the remaining warriors she exited the den. Nobody but the guards were awake, did they hear that sound? They must have for their ears were pricked, their attention was on something beyond the undergrowth. That's when a horrible screeching sound sliced the air. Cringing from the piercing explosion of noise Mothflight nervously padded forward, curious to what exerted it.

All sound died down again.

It was that eerie silence before the storm.

The Lightning struck.

A loud crack echoed against her ears drums. Her eyes found the tall, old pine before anyone else. "A tree is falling! A tree is falling!" she screamed. Trembling in fear she high-tailed it into the warrior's den, desperate to save her clan-mates. "Everyone get up! Get out of here! Run to the lake!" she screeched. The she-cat's eyes rested on Robinstep. Determined to get closer to the tom she prepared herself to wake him personally. Prodding his side she meowed quietly, "Robinstep get up! Get up! The two-legs are attacking! They're destroying our camp!"

The warriors left the den in a hurry. Too concerned over Robinstep's safety she hardly noticed Addgerfang still sleeping body when her and the lanky tom left the den. With Robinstep close behind she made it quickly to the opposite side of camp. She had to be careful, trees were falling recklessly around her. She couldn't die here, not in such an ennoble way.

Turning towards the tabby tom she nodded slightly, "Let's get out of here, head for the beach." She knew she could have at least stayed to help the weaker, the slower ones but something drove her to rush forward. To escape this nightmare and never come back. Even if this was her home, she wanted to be freed from this terror.

Even if it meant leaving her beloved camp behind.

ooc: Hope your fine with this Axel, I just wanted to give Mothstorm something to do XD

Let's also pretend their board is already finished xP

ADDERFANG
A kind word can attract even the snake from his nest.

Her voice was a ray of light. "I'm fine." he meowed, reassuring the she-cat. "I'm the only one left." Almost seconds after his response he felt her touch. It sent heat waves soaring through his body, giving him hope. This feeling couldn't be traded for anything. Maybe after this they could be friends. Maybe he did have a reason to live. Another hair splitting crash trembled the earth beneath them. Desperate to make his escape he listened intently to her hazardous breathing. Awaiting the second she'd send him a second ray of light, a miraculous plan that would save his life.

The brambles. Adderfang's eyes oscillated across the full, front length of the den. The tree managed to smash multiple areas of the burrow. Perhaps if he somehow managed to reach the very top would he be able to escape much quicker. "There isn't anything barricading the top, if I can reach up there and pull out the brambles we might just be able to make it." he meowed loud enough for Redthorn to hear him through the screeches and creeks. Softly he removed his paw out from under hers. "I'm going to see what I can do." he meowed once more. Narrowing his eyes he judged his jumping distance. Because of the tree's weight a lot of the brambles had caved in, creating a thorny staircase of some sorts.

Braving the pain he leaped up onto an out ledge, hoping his pads could endure the thorns. They pierced easily though his tender flesh but he clenched his teeth to compensate. He could do this. Reaching to the top he began pulling down the brambles. But there were so many. It would take much too long for him to clear such a mess. Could Redthorn even reach this area? One bye one, blood by tears he was able to create a whole large enough for his head to fit through.

The tugging stopped for a brief moment as Adderfang took in of what was once his camp. "Great Starclan." Trees toppled over trees stretched across most of the camp. Many large, yellow monsters stood hovering around. But they weren't resting, the monstrous beasts only began to tear up more and more trees. This only drove him to work faster.

Catching Redthorn's eyes he meowed,
"Thank you for coming back. I'm sure no one else would have."

The top. Redthorn wouldn't be able to reach it. There was no place safe for her to climb up. She stood there helplessly as she scanned the top for any sign of Adderfang. The Twolegs were shouting, the monsters still tearing down trees. Everything that had once been familiar to the she-cat was gone. What was the Clan going to do now that their home was destroyed? She didn't know, and at the moment she didn't have time to wonder. Her eyes caught sight of Adderfang's head. It was poking out of the brambles. Good! He'll make it!

Whatever he saw, Redthorn didn't want to know. He was working harder than ever now. Her eyes narrowed when she heard him speak. "Thank you for coming back. I'm sure no one else would have." Growling above the noise she let her sharp tongue have it's way. "Save your thanks for later, you stupid tom! You better hurry up before I leave you! I'm not in the mood to die today you know."

Her anger was gone, now it was fully replaced with fright. Taking a deep shaky breath she was finally aware of her physical state. Redthorn never remembered being this scared in her life. Her heart felt like it was going to burst any second, she could hardly breath. Sobs were stuck in her throat - partly choking her. She felt her mind cloud over her eyes began to cloud to darkness. Better let him know, stupid.

"A-adderfang!" she called out "I-I think I'm going to pass out! If I fall I'm going to rip you to shreds." And then she began to collapse.

Robinstep
Kid, you take life way too seriously.

A brown tabby tom lay dozing in the green-leaf sun, at peace. The camp around him bustled with contented Shadowclan cats, going about their daily business. Five miniature versions of the tabby warrior scrambled around their father, pouncing on his tail and batting their tiny paws at his ears.

Suddenly, a she-cat screamed. The sun disappeared, and the kits ran back to the nursery. The tom in the center was immobilized, frozen. A crack appeared in the ground, then another. The forest floor shook violently, tossing the tabby this way and that. The earthquake shook a tree from its roots, and it plummeted towards the nursery.

"No...no!" Robinstep mumbled, tossing and turning in his sleep. A paw at his side made his eyes fly wide open. It was just a dream... He breathed a sigh of relief, but that feeling didn't last long; the ground was still shaking. Impossible.

Bolting upright, his blue eyes wide and wildly looking around, he came face to face with Mothstorm. He blurted out the first question that came to everyone's mind ; "What's going on?" But his question was drowned out by the sound of a tree crashing to the ground. This wasn't a bad dream anymore; it was a living nightmare. Two-legs, he should have known! They had been lingering around here too much lately; he should have tried to stop them, do anything to prevent this. It felt like the world was crashing down.

Getting his common sense together, he followed Mothstorm out of the warrior's den, and stopped dead in his tracks as he looked around. His favorite places to think, crushed. His kit hood, his life, it was gone. The decision was too easy for him to make. It was not in his nature to flee like a coward. "You go on, I'll catch up!" he hollered to Mothstorm over the chaos. He had to make sure every cat was safe, even if that meant risking his own life. He sprinted towards the nursery. "Fisherstep!" He yelled, "Let me take a few kits, you have more than you can handle!"

Duskpaw
Lives flashing before my eyes.

Duskpaw had heard this story before.

Long long ago, two-legs destroyed the clans, driven them from their homes. Ironic, it seems, that the place they once came for safety turned out to be a repeat of history. The small apprentice had time to ponder this as she watched a safe distance from the destruction. She had been like everyone else, fleeing before the damage was too bad. The first alert call had woken her from her light sleep, and her reaction to run had been natural.

But now she stopped and had to get herself deep in thought as she always did. The timid she-cat found socialization a difficult task, the only cats she could talk to comfortably being her siblings, who had an idea of what she was going through. But now that her brother Nightpaw was so distant, and her other siblings in other clans, the only sibling she had a chance to talk to was Spiritpaw. He's lucky he got tossed to Windclan, while I'm stuck in this madness.

The camp she hadn't know very long was in complete ruin. A few cats were scrambling to escape at the last minute, but it seemed everyone would make it. Until a small white shape in the distance caught her eye, and the world went black.

She didn't even have time to be startled as she was pulled into a vision. Duskpaw's spirit saw fellow apprentice with fur white as snow stood frozen in terror, looking up a tall pine that was slowly descending on the very spot where she stood. No! The shy apprentice didn't know Arcticpaw very well, but no cat deserved to die that young. She wanted to scream at her, Move Arcticpaw, you're going to die! but she was still in a vision of the future, a future that would happen at any moment. This is fate, Duskpaw concluded solemnly, this is the way she will die.

A rush of air swept through her black fur as her spirit once again entered the world of the present. And sure enough, there Arcticpaw stood, frozen in fear as the pine cracked and slowly began to fall towards her.

"Save her!"

A familiar voice hissed in her mind, but Duskpaw was too stunned to figure out who it was. Her paws seemed to move on their own as she sprinted towards the white apprentice. The pine picked up speed as it fell, only moments before fate took its deadly course. It's no use, I can't change what's bound to happen! But with a sudden burst of speed Duskpaw didn't know she had in her, she barreled into Arcticpaw as the pine crashed to the ground on the very spot they had been only a second ago.

Panting heavily, the black she-cat pushed herself to her paws once more. She didn't have time to think about what had just happen, she had to get herself and Arcticpaw out of here. "Let's go!" she hollered at the other apprentice, nervously looking around for more crashing pines.

Impossible.

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ADDERFANG
A kind word can attract even the snake from his nest.

Adderfang desperately tugged and pulled but the thorns held him back. Screeching he grabbed the top of the brambles and attempted to haul himself up. The hole was still too small. "I'm hurrying." he breathed. His eyes flashed; something was wrong with Redthorn. She seemed weak, tired. "Leave! I can catch up later. You've done enough!" But his words had little effect for the she-cat already collapsed due to over exhaustion. It was just too much for her. Would it be too much for him? The tom clenched his teeth, he had to get both of them out of her. Alive. With a snarl he clutched the brambles once more, with a grunt he heaved himself upward. The thorns dug painfully into his flesh but he pushed past the hurt. He had to save them. With one last heave he burst through the opening.

Blood trickled down his pelt, thorns clutched bitterly to his skin. Everything was sore, but she saved him. Her amber eyes, they could be friends. He could have a friend. Adderfang wasn't going to throw that all away. He wanted someone to talk to. Bunching his muscles he leaped off the top and landed swiftly beside her unconscious body. Grasping the scruff of her neck in his jaws he jerked her up. The tom's eyes landed on dismantled camp. It was in ruins. Thievinstar's once powerful den was crush under the trunk of a pine. The nursery, the apprentice's den, even Starclan's haven the Medicine Cat's den was demolished. And trees were still tumbling down to earth.

The two-leg monster were moving in closer. Tightening his grip on Redthorn's neck he hesitantly padded forward. A tree slammed down behind him. With a jolt he raced through the camp, avoiding trees left and right. The clearing was starting to fill with smoke, not from fire but the exhaust from the yellow beasts. Coughing he felt his grip on the she-cat loosening. A another bought of coughs reeked havoc through his already delicate body. Redthorn's body descended to the ground.

Adderfang's eyes stung; his chest hurt with such unimaginable pain. He could only image the damage that infesting Redthorn's already battered body. "I promise we'll get through this." With the last of his strength he nosed her out of the camp. When they were clear of wreckage he fell down beside her; coughs ravaging his throat.

"I'm sorry."

Nightsky

^{Love, makes me laugh.}

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A gentle cool breeze ruffled the black fur of the Shadowclan's deputy, Nightsky. The night was silent nothing seemed out of place until a loud screech from one of his clanmates pierced the night.

Nightsky eyes shot open at the sound, and withen a second he was up on all four and running to the entrance of the warriors den. Many warriors were already up and panickin, when the screeched had said 'A tree is falling, a tree is falling.'

Jumping out of the warriors den he saw a freightening sight of a large tumbling pine tree made it's way to the ground. Luckily no one was under the massive tree as it fell. Without thinking Nightsky quickly started barking out orders,
"Help the kits, Help the elders, and help each other." He yowled already seeing some of his warriors out of the corner of his eyes carrying tiny bundles of fur in their mouth as they quickly made toward the entrance.

Nightsky's pale yellow eyes quickly scanned the clearing he had to get them out of here safely. He ran towards the elder's den and from behind he heard a voice telling them to go to the lake, Yes. Nightsky yowled above the screeching of others, and the loud cracking noise from the tumbling trees around them,
" Head towards the lake, now!" With that Nightsky quickly ducked his head in the den, to find that it was empty. With a quick dip in his head he turned away from the den and followed closely behind the last of the screeching clan mates from the clearing.
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Glacierkit

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Glacierkit slept soundly in her nest between her two siblings like she had always did, until a loud noise was heard outside of the den. Glacierkit ice blue eyes shot open and in an instant both her and her siblings were picked up and carried out of the warm den.

Glacierkit eyes quickly swept the den trying to find the familier outline of her mother, but with shock she couldn't find it. Fear shot though Glacierkit as another cat that she had never met was bringing out to the clearing. Glacierkit frose in shock at the sight before her, a large tree laid in the middle of the clearing.

Eyes wide with fear she saw another cat walk up to them as he took her sister from the cat that held her. He quickly grabbed her sister's small unmoving body, and turned toward the entrance. The cat that carried her not far behind, a sickening feeling rose in the chest as she still never seen her mother throughout the scene. Did she leave us? Or did she.... Glacierkit couldn't think about another reason for her mother's absent but without realization a loud squeak arose from her throat,
"MOTHER!"
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Arcticpaw

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Arcticpaw was sound asleep when out of nowhere a loud commotion from the clearing woken her. Her ice blue eyes opened in slits as the sound had waken her from a nice well deserve sleep, but when her brain had finally corresponded the words that the yowl had said she up on all four in an instant. Arcticpaw glanced around the apprentice den only to find that she was the last one in it. Anger serge through her body, They left me... With that Arcticpaw violently shook her head freeing herself from that thought and quickly shot out of the den into the tree covered clearing.

Arcticpaw eyes widen at the sight before her, trees laid over the clearing, branches alond side them, screeching cats passed her like she was a ghost to them. All of this had distracted her from the sudden danger that was coming right to her.

A tree was slowly tipping above the snow white she-cat's head, and she didn't even notice. Until a small black body smacked into her side pushing her away from where she stood, and when Arcticpaw looked up from her fall a loud bam reached her ears, and the next thing she saw was a pine tree laying where she had just been standing.

Arcticpaw froze she was at until she heard heavy panted from her side, she turned her eyes onto the form of Duskpaw. Arcticpaw eyes widen with surprise, she had never spoke to this she-cat, they kept their distance from each other because of many useless reasons mostly from Arcticpaw. Duskpaw was looking at her now in the eyes, Arcticpaw had almost missed what the she-cat had said, but catching the last word she nervously dipped her head.

Clumsily jumped to her paws, almost losing her balance from the trembling of fear that was going through her body, but she managed to keep herself up. Arcticpaw shot for the entrance along side Duskpaw, the cat that she owed her life to.
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Nightscar

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Nightscar stood out in the forest pacing his tail lashing. How could the she-at be so rude and so annoying like that?! after everything he had done for her. She was being very selfish. Nightscar stopped in his tracks. That's what he had been like. He had left Thunderclan because of what he wanted to do. how could he have been so stupid to yell at her? he turned and started back in when movement and loud screech caught his ears.
"The twolegs..."[/color] he murmured then started darting back to the camp. Only two things ran through his mind. Cinderheart and mysterypaw. He had promised them he would keep them safe. And here he was leaving them alone in the camp.
When he burst through the barrier the whole camp was in chaos. He quickly looked around and soon spotted the small black apprentice running around calling his name. He started towards her but a tree crashed down in front of him blocking his path. Over the noise he could hear Patchclaw snapping her back into focus. She was safe for now. Now for Cinderheart. Then he saw her. Her gray coat limping away from the den with no help. Were the warriors oblivious to her?
He let out a growl and raced towards her barely dodging a tree in the process. He was soon by her side and let her lean on him for support. He was here and he wasn't leaving her side till she was safe. Once they out of the camp and away form the two-leg monsters he looked back at the destroyed camp. Everything was gone. She swallowed hard and started to lead Cinderheart away. However two figures near the camp stopped him.
Redthorn and adderfang.
They needed help and quickly. He was a ways away but he was the only one that had noticed them. Now he was torn. Go help two clan mates or stay with his mate and make sure she was safe. She swallows and gently nudged Cinderheart on.
"Go. Stay with the clan. I'll meet you at the lake. Hurry."[/color] he mewed then raced down towards the two warriors. However something else caught his ears. Other paws. But these were bigger. Than the scent hit him.
Dog.
He snapped his head that way and saw the dog just a little big ahead of him heading right for the weak warrior he yowled and sped up then launched himself at the big animal.
He got it away from redthorn and Adderfang before pulling away and snarling at it.
"Adderfang! You have to get you two out of here! GO!"[/color] he yowled baring his teeth at the dog. The dog growled and started towards him again. nightscar launched himself into the air, anger and fury in his eyes.
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When you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me, everything’s alright.
When your right here by my side.
When you look me in the eyes I catch a glimpse of heaven
I find my paradise when you look me in the eyes.

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MOTHSTORM
Come and get me

Mothstorm pelted after Nightsky, he was leading them to safety. The lake. Relief flooded through her; for now they could sit huddled beside the serene water. They could be together as clan. She slid into a slowed walk as the endless stretch of blue laid before them. The lithe tabby she-cat opened her mouth; she was trying to see if everyone was accounted for. She easily spotted the kits; some were whining for their mothers, other huddled against the sturdy legs of warriors. Her eyes narrowed as Glacierkit cried out for her mother. Where was Silverwing, or Hawkstreak for that matter.

Two cats were missing.

She continued on with her search. It wasn't her duty but she felt as if someone needed to do it. She herself had been the first to spot the tree; perhaps that's why she felt so partial toward the job. Her eyes scampered over Patchclaw, almost mentally picturing Redthorn. But the she-cat wasn't there; eyes narrowed she scanned the huddled mess of fur. Not a tuft of ginger was detected. The she-cat was missing as well.

Three cats were missing.

A soft breath exerted from her throat; was that it? Only three? She pursed her lips; this wasn't right. There had to be more, she knew she was missing someone. Cinderheart limped painfully toward the group; Nightscar wasn't beside her. Odd.

Four cats were missing.

She was sure that was it. There couldn't possibly be anymore; but then it hit her. Who was the tom they always forgot; almost purposely. His appearance triggered any gag reflex. His bugling bug-eyes, that scrawny, matted pelt. Adderfang. He was missing as well, even if the clan would praise her for leaving him something tugged on her heart. That would be cruel, and the last thing she needed was blood on her paws.

Five cats were missing.

Straightening her shoulders she padded toward Nightsky. Dipping her head she murmured quietly, "I did a survey, Silverwing, Hawkstreak, Nightscar, Redthorn, and Addgerfang are all missing." The soft treading of paw-steps whispered against her ears; almost immediately she whipped around; expecting to see one of the missing cats. Instead two strangers stood before them. There was something godly about them; both ginger; both surreal.

Struggling to breath she stepped forward; she didn't know why but something told her to welcome them. They were important; something willed her to trust them.

"Welcome." she meowed dryly, her throat hurt.

ooc: So lol I just remembered that Mothstorm was actually a chosen cat in two prophecies. The first one she was the 'silver' cat. The third plot she was one of the chosen four. So I thought it was fitting for her to first notice Dawn and Dusk.[/blockquote]

Redthorn opened her eyes. Just seconds ago she and her Clan were racing away for there lives. Was it just a dream? It was midday and the Clan was at peace. There were no sounds of Twoleg monsters, no tree's tumbling to the earth. Warriors sat in the shade sharing tongues, apprentices practiced their battle moves, kits scampered across her feet. She felt a gasp get caught in her throat. They looks just like her! Movement beside her caused the she-cat to turn, beside her was a large, dark tom. The kits that didn't look like her looked like him. Could she have been dreaming? Redthorn was so confused.

Looking up into the toms face her eyes widened with horror. He had no face. Frantically she looked at the kits faces, they had no faces either. She was dreaming, this perfect day was all a dream. What she had wanted for so long, a family, was a dream. She had to wake up; she just didn't know how. As her mind was racing a putrid scent filled the air. The perfect world shattered before her. Everything was now dark. The scent vanished; Redthorn opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry." his words echoed around her empty head. Who was talking? Her blurry eyes turned to where the voice had come from. Adderfang. That's right. The tom laid exhausted beside her. As her eyes returned to normal Redthorn heard another voice. It was Nightscar. Her eyes widened with fear. Dogs! in pure fright the she-cat jumped to her feet. "Stay if you want, Adderfang. I would rather not get eaten by dogs!"

Dusk

Last night Dusk and his sister had made a plan. They would just walk around the lake until they came across a cat. It wasn't the best of plans, but it was a plan. Throughout the day they had crossed three scent markers. One on the moors, on in the forest, and one in the marshes. It had been a long day, and they had come across no cat. Sticking close to the lake Dusk lead the way, keeping and eyes out for danger. But the lake was silent, so was the moor and forest.

The stars and the moon were high in the sky when Dusk heard the commotion ahead. The large tom flicked his tail in warning to his sister. They didn't know if these were the Clan cats they were sent to help, or danger. Calmly he walked forward, and was greeted by a silver she-cat. "Welcome." They were friendly, or at least this one. Dusk nodded in reply. Suddenly aware that Dawn would have to come forward in order to speak for them. He stepped to the side for his sister to come forward. And that's when he heard it. His sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of Twolegs and their machines, but there was another sound. The sound of fighting.

The dark red tom turned to look into the deep pine forest. He heard it. One cat; one dog. An uneven battle. He glanced into his sister's eyes. That connection they had between each other was all he needed to tell her there was danger. He raced off toward the sound a second later, a silent battle cry came out of his mouth as the fighting pair came into sight. Dusk latched himself onto the terrible beast, hissing and spitting; clawing out it's eyes.