Trouble [ALL SHADOWCLAN]

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

Pain infiltrated his nerves, anything singled pain, pain, and more pain. Through half-closed eyes he tortuously lifted his aching head. Another set of coughs attacked him, the smoke was filling his lungs. He had to get them out of here. But that wasn't the only reason. The snarling of a vicious dog only encouraged him more to get going, and out of danger. He watched helplessly as Nightscar took the dog on by himself. 'Adderfang! You have to get you two out of here! GO!' The words brought him to his paws, trembling from over exhaustion he reached down to grasp Redthorn's scruff. Suddenly the she-cat jumped to life. Her eyes wide; her nostrils' flared. Adderfang clumsily backed up. Redthorn pelted past him, it only took him a few seconds to register this.

Torn between following Redthorn, or helping a clan-mate he stood frozen. Eyes darting wildly he slowly turned toward the fight. Nightscar was still standing; but it was uneven. The chances of the tom coming out alive were thin. Gulping he padded toward them; I need to help. But what use could a battered, exhausted tom like him have? It hadn't dawned on him that he would only be a hindrance. Suddenly a rush of wind ruffled his messy fur. Feebly he lifted his chin, trying to spot the source of power. A large orange tom had come out of no where and was shredding the dog's face.

Stumbling about he decided to let them handle the situation. He'd only get himself killed; and for some reason he didn't want to die. For once he had a reason to live. Jittery he managed to pad toward the lake. His eyes were only looking for one face; Redthorn. He wanted to thank her, tell her these feelings welled up inside. He wanted to tell her.

Slowly, but surely he managed to tumble into the array of pelt colors. Eyes darting about he found her. She was beside her brother, as usual. Gulping away his fears he approached the she-cat; shyly he scuffled the ground.

"Thanks for saving me." he meowed, his voice grew confidence, "I was wondering..." The words caught in his throat, the whole ordeal was a tad bit embarrassing, but he wanted it badly. "Do you think we can be friends?"

The she-cat was completely oblivious to all around her and she ran for the lake. She never noticed the strange cat race to Nightscar's aid. She never noticed that Adderfang was not behind her as she thought he was. It wasn't until she was by Patchclaw's side and all decent thinking returned that she realized she had left the tom far behind her. She didn't hear her brother's chastisement for disappearing. Her heart was racing and her breaths were ragged from the run as she scanned the crowd for Adderfang's lonely form.

And then he was beside her. When the gray tom spoke Redthorn jumped. "Adderfang!" she gasped in surprise. Now that she was away from the danger she realized just how pitiful the warrior looked. Scratched from the bramble thorns covered his pelt, his breaths were racked with coughs. Her eyes turned to slits "I thought we were already friends, you stupid tom! Now come on, Crystalmoon needs to look at you!"

The ginger she-cat began to search the crowd for the medicine cat. Still oblivious to the fact that the Clan was drawn to one cat. A she-cat who looked just like the tom who ran to Nightscar's aid.

Nightscar

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Nightscat kept fighting and soon he saw REdthorn and Adderfang take off. but now he was in trouble. He was with a large dog...alone. He had to keep fighting. Exhaustion was starting to wear on him and he staggered back. Just as the dog lunged at him a ginger figure darted in it's path bowling it over.
'Gingerflight?
No...it couldn't be here. This cat was too ragged looking. And there was a strange sent about it. However he didn't think about this long. Soon he too was biting at the dog's throat. Anyplace he could reach he was going for.
Suddenly like a hot flash, he felt claws rake across his eye. He let out a yowl of pain and fell back shaking his head. He could feel the blood run down his nose, however he couldn't open his eyes. It hurt too much. He let out a growl. However so did the dog, but it was weak and frightened. After that he heard it whimper and run into the forest. It was gone.
She struggled to get up and soon felt a body supporting him. He partially opened his right eye and saw the ginger tom watching him with concern.
"I'm fine...just...get me to my clan."[/color] he growled through gritted teeth. And soon the two toms were off.[/center][/size]

Dawn
Dawn padded beside her brother quietly. Now that she thought about it this plan was stupid. They could be killed if these clan cats mistaked them for trespassers....okay well they were trespassers. And that didn't make dawn feel any better.
As they kept going Dawn soon heard cats heading there way and she stopped perking her ears. As usual her brother stepped in front of her until the cats stopped. All of them were staring at them. She wasn't surprised about that. They were strangers.
Welcome.
Dawn lifted her head and looked at the silver she-cat that spoke. She had a calm feel about her and dawn nodded in greet. She looked around at the cats who looked terrified. There had to be about forty or fifty cats here. And this was just one clan! Dawn was glad Dusk was with her. However at that moment he looked at her then darted off. Okay...never mind...no he wasn't.
Dawn swallowed then looked at the she-cat again. "Greetings...may i ask...which clan is this?"

[/color] she asked softly, willing herself to be calm. Why couldn't dusk stay around?[/center][/size]

Dusk continued to strike out at the dog. The dark gray tom also continued to fight; but Dusk could sense his fatigue. In a flash the dog lashed out and the warrior was covered in blood. Dusk jumped from the creature's back and lashed out, spitting and hissing as the dog raced away. The ginger tom turned and saw what was causing the blood. The warrior's eye had be scratched. Stepping over Dusk allowed him to lean on him for support, and when he told him to help him get back to the clan Dusk nodded. It was all he could do.

The two slowly made their way back to the waiting Clan. Dawn, Dusk could tell, looked nervous without him by her side. Cats near by looked over, and small gasps escaped mouths. A light gray she-cat limped as fast as she could up. "Nightscar! What happened, are you okay?" the worry in her eyes told Dusk that this she-cat was in love with this Nightscar. When Nightscar sat down with the she-cat, Dusk slithered over to his sister. He looked at her, waiting for a recap on what had happened. A few scratches from the tussle bleed yet Dusk didn't notice them on his scar ridden body.

FORESTPAW
What will YOU see when the dust settles...

_{Forestpaw slept in that day. She was tired from the night before when she was out with nightpaw on a adventure to twolegplace. Good thing too. She needed the extra rest for the long day ahead of her. She awoke her day with a loud scream as usual. But the scream following that one was even louder. A tree had fallen almost on top of her. There were several in her field of vision. All chopped down. She heard a large grinding noise as another tree fell. The falling tree crashed on top of her. She wasn't hurt much. But she was trapped. "HELP!! HELP ME!!" She cried. She prayed to starclan that she would be ok. But if not even starclan could stop the destruction of their home, would they be able to save her?}

Mothstorm looked at the she-cat with wide eyes. She felt calm but she could feel her body trembling under the intensity of Dawn's gaze. There was an importance here; but the silver warrior couldn't place her paw on it. Instead she lifted her chin and spoke clearly, "This is Shadowclan." Turning away she found her gaze resting on her clan. Redthorn and Addgerfang were accounted for. Her round eyes blinked, Nightscar had returned as well. But Silverwing and Hawkstreak were still missing; Glacierkit's wailing made sure of that. A thin shrill echoed against her ear drums, one of the apprentices had suddenly cried out. Her eyes fixated themselves onto the younger cats. They looked frightened; terrified. Their fur stuck up in all directions, eyes wide as saucers. Forestpaw. The little apprentice was missing as well. Hissing under her breath she turned to the two travelers once more, "Are you here to help us?" she whispered sharply. Something tugged at her heart; something willing her to ask this. "Our camp is destroyed, we have no where to go." It was odd that a mere warrior like her was taking responsibility for her clan like this. Perhaps it was a simple tool used to forget Hawkeyes, used to forget her worries. The lithe tabby's stomach lurched. "We have little time before the two-leg's monsters start heading this way." she murmured urgently. Tail lashing she added in darkly, "Three of our clan-mates are missing as well." She was sure that wherever Silverwing was Hawkstreak would be found. But Forestpaw? She was most worried about the apprentice. What if she were still trapped in camp? Although her earlier presumptions urged her to leave camp; something pulled her back. Before she knew it her paws were thundering back to the deserted home. Looking over her shoulder she threw the two loners an apologetic look, "Speak to our deputy his name is Nightsky." she screeched over the cries of her clan-mates. Leaping over the cluttered branches; she made her way swiftly back to camp. Eyes narrowed in determination she found herself skidding to a halt. Where's the camp? Trees cluttered the clearing, dens were crushed, it was in ruins. Gulping she tried to find any sort of life. Nothing. She'd have to use her ears and nose to guide her. Concentrated her swiveled her ears in each direction, a quiet whimpering could be heard. "Forestpaw?" she yowled. Prowling through the wreckage she was able to pin-point the apprentice's location. She was trapped under the little branches of a tree. They were blockading her escape, but maybe if Mothstorm could break away some of the sticks she could be free. "Hold on Forestpaw, I'm going to get you out of here." Suddenly the familiar hum of the two-leg monster's ceased. The forest was an eerie silence; trembling she tried to coax away her fear. She could see Forestpaw's horrified look; this drove her to work faster. Grabbing the sticks she tugged them away, the branches snapped under her force. One by one she was able to make a hole small enough for her head to fit through. It'd be a tight squeeze but it'd have to work. Shifting her weight onto her front paws she reached inside the hole. Grasping Forestpaw's scruff she pulled the apprentice out from under the tree. The monster's roared back to life. Mothstorm stumbled backwards from the sudden shock. Mouth dry, she set Forestpaw down, "Come on let's get back to the camp." With that she whipped around and sped off through the maze of trees, praying they'll make it back to the lake in one piece. [bg=3c3c3c][atrb=border,0,true]

Dusk listened to everything the silver tabby said. This was ShadowClan. Tradition had it that the cold breeze from the marshes chilled their hearts. If that was true it wasn't evident at the time. The Clan was to shocked, frightened, and confused for any coldness of heart to show through. When the she-cat raced off Dusk caught her last words. The question was, who was Nightsky?

Dusk nodded to Dawn and began to slowly make his way through the mass of cats. His ears were alert for any cat calling out for this Nightsky, or for help. Dusk's eyes were darting from cat to cat, taking in their conditions. All were the same, shocked, confused. Some had scratches and scrapes from the race away from their camp. Thankfully none were seriously injured.

Then he heard it. "Nightsky, what do we do next?" once that question was asked the whole crowd was yelling out. Where would they go? What would they do? Would they have to ask the other clans for help? With Dawn by his side to do the talking Dusk stepped forward.

When the two siblings appeared the Clan fell silent. They hadn't even noticed these strangers were among them. Dusk nodded to his sister to talk to this Nightsky.

They were here to help. StarClan had sent them.

They were Dawn and Dusk.

Nightsky

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A large black figure slowly made his way through the small crowded clearing slipping between some of his clan mates. He saw that most of them had the same expression on their face. Shock and freight. Nightsky took a deep breathe calming himself, it was the only thing that he could think of trying to make the clan calm showing that he was calm.

He headed toward the front of the clearing trying to coax his clan mates out of the shock, but it didn't seem to work. He knew he had to get them out of here as soon as possible, but where? Should he ask help from one of the clans? Nightsky was lost, and to make matters worst someone called him out asking what to do. 'mouse dung. Nightsky looked around the clan as they all seem to ask difficult questions, that he really didn't know. So much for being a good deputy.

Nightsky opened his mouth until he saw two ginger figure in front of him, and finally his clan mates had settled down. Nightsky slowly made his way towards the strangers, but to his amazement they seemed calm and nice. Nightsky stood in front of the two easily shading the two figures from the faint light. Nightsky didn't know what to do, maybe they could help them. Dipping his head in greetings he murmured,
"With all do respect who are you two?"




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Dawn
The protector of the Clans

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Dawn slowly looked around at all the cats and sighed softly. The cats were terrified and by many of their reactions they weren't too sure about them either. She heard several murmurs as they looked at her and felt relieved when her brother padded up beside her brushing his fur against hers. She could do this now
She blinked as a kit padded up to her and started smack talking her. Surely these cats taught their young ones better. However she wasn't too worried about it. It was probably scared like every other cat here. It just had a different way of showing it.
"we're not here to kill you, little one."

[/color] she mewed softly. She looked up as a black tom padded over and looked at them over. He seemed to be one in charge around here. Cats were looking at him expectantly almost as if waiting for orders. At the question Dawn fixed her gaze back on the black tom.
"I am Dawn. This is my brother Dusk. We are from a group called the Travelers."[/color] she mewed and paused swallowing, "Your ancestors sent us to help you."[/color]
At her final words yowl of surprise and disbelief rang in her ears. This was what she was afraid of.[/size][/left]

BLAZINGPAW
Blazing like the coldest fire.

Blazingpaw snorted, shoving his way through the crowd he raised his brows, "Sent by Starclan my ass." he snarled. Many of his clan-mates were torn between wanting to believe them; and like him thoroughly rejecting it. Scrunching his brows he growled haughtily, "Why would Starclan send two strangers with no connections to us, to come and save us?" Rolling his eyes he added hotly, "Why not send the Medicine Cat a mouse-brained prophecy instead!" Truth be told Blazingpaw was torn himself. Something inside wanting these two cats to be some distant saviors that have come to bring them peace. But being Blazingaw that want...well it was just a want. He could never have what he wanted.

Clearing his throat he growled defensively, "We need proof, tell us why we should believe you?" He could feel his clan's eyes rake through his multi-colored pelt. He wasn't sure if they were backing him up, or simply against him. But he didn't care; when did Blazingpaw ever care? Especially not now.

ooc: Short post is short I know. But word count is 169.

Nightsky

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Nightsky silently listened to the she-cat before him, and slightly tilt his head to the side as he looked at the two cats in front of him. Travelers? And they are suppose to be our saviors? Nightsky slowly blinked pushing away the thoughts and dipped his head, but before he was able to speak his mind Blazingpaw interrupted him.

Nightsky ears pinned back as the other large tom confronted the two, but he did have a point. Why wouldn't Starclan just sent the sign to the medicine cats? Wouldn't that make more sense?[/i] Nightsky glared at the young tom, feeling the need to yell at the tom, but thought better of it. Instead the tom turned his attention back to Dawn,
" Blazingpaw is right? We would like some proof." Nightsky murmured feeling disgusted that he was agreeing with such a young tom.

ooc: Sorry for the shortness...
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Dusk was quietly observing the Clan as Dawn came forward. The group fell silent in a heart beat. The travel worn tom noticed that some of the younger ones were not afraid of them. A young kit ran up to Dusk. If the large tom could laugh, he would have. He placed his tail over the young kits mouth before doing the same, and shook his head. Dawn's introduction took main concern now. Dusk bowed deeply in respect to the deputy. This was going to be difficult, exchange between the two toms would have to be used with Dawn, and her translation of Dusk's gestures and drawings would take longer. They had to be quick. He prayed to their ancestors that they could do it before the Twolegs reached them. Once more one of the younger cats came forward. He was not old enough to be a protector of the Clan, he must be in training. Dusk's eyes narrowed at the apprentice's challenge. Hopefully StarClan was watching, hopefully they would give a sign. And by the way the clan reacted the next moment, they had. Dusk looked on each side of him. Silver cats made up of stars stood on both sides of him and Dawn. A revert silence broke upon the crowd and Dusk bowed to the four figures, they bowed back. With a flick of their tails they vanished. New courage was unleashed inside of Dusk. He turned expectantly to Nightsky and Blazingpaw. Was that good enough for you? ooc:// 8P Hope that was a good sign. It was all me and Dreamer could think of. If you have a different one to use just tell me and I'll change it. [bg=b03770][atrb=border,0,true]

BLAZINGPAW
Blazing like the coldest fire.

Blazingpaw was a tad bit eccentric; considering the leader was on his side of things. How could they trust two random strangers with their lives? To top it all off; they themselves were Shadowclan. Known for disregarding kitty-pets, loners, and rogues. We had purebreds not muggy bloodlines like Thunderclan. With a snort he watched with amusement as the pair had nothing to back up their claims. A little part of them wished they did. And like that; a swath of stars materialized before the tattered group of cats. Eyes wide Blazingpaw found himself backing up nervously. They were broad-shouldered; fierce and noble. He didn't recognize any of them but he knew they were Starclan. Like the strangers; like his clan-mates he hastily dipped his head.

Then they vanished.

His crisp golden gaze narrowed; who were they? Voice taunt with curiosity he meowed quietly, "Your here to bring us to safety, aren't you?" The tortoiseshell tom lifted his chin, where were they going to go? The others clans surely wouldn't keep our whole clan nestled in their own camp. A small chill of relief flowed through his veins as he was reminded of their two saviors. He knew they'd bring them somewhere safe.

What he didn't know was the dangers lurking in the future.

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

"We-we're friends?" he stuttered. The words flew almost two excitedly out of his mouth. A smile wiggled up under his frown; his eyes beamed. The last friend he had; had been his parents and they were dead. He was too happy, too tired to argue with Redthron. He didn't really want to go see Crystalmoon; their were more important cats to tend to other than himself. But somehow or another he ended up by the she-cat's side. A tad bit nervous he grunted; when the medicine cat lacked to show any interested he meowed politely,

"Um Crystalmoon, Redthorn here-" Slightly embarrassed he cast the ginger and white she-cat a glance, they really were friends, weren't they? "-She insisted that I got my wounds checked." Everything ached from his head to his toes; but he wasn't one to complain. But worst yet; his throat burned every time he tried to breathe. Adderfang wondered if there was anything a medicine cat could do for that. In the awkward silence that followed his request; he simply sat down, poised and ready to move any second.

As he waited for Crystalmoon to get her supplies he found himself watching curiously as Blazingpaw confronted the two strangers. He couldn't hear their words but he knew that the fiery apprentice was probably insulting them. Stupid tom. Suddenly a silver mist appeared before them. Stunned, Adderfang watched as his ancestors provided all of the proof they needed. These two stranger really were here to help them, weren't they? Turning to Redthorn he whispered quietly in her ear, "Where do you think they came from?"