What now? {All gathered Clans}

THIS BOARD IS OPEN TO ALL CLANS WHO HAVE BEEN GATHERED BY DAWN AND DUSK.

Dusk looked behind him as ThunderClan followed him and his sister. Two ShadowClan warriors waited at the entrance, obviously guards. When they saw Dusk and Dawn with ThunderClan, they disappeared into the barn. Dusk went on, ducking through a broken board in the side of the den to get in. ShadowClan had made themselves comfortable. Some were on guard, others were resting, or crying. ThunderClan filed in, although the two Clans stayed separate from each other. Dusk sighed. Hopefully the would stand united for this journey they would be taking. It wouldn't help any matters if they stayed separate from each other. Dusk turned to Dawn and she nodded. Padding forward a bit she called out "Please, make yourselves comfortable. We are going to fetch RiverClan now." And then her and Dusk disappeared, heading toward RiverClan territory. [bg=b03770][atrb=border,0,true]

Nightscar
The brave hearted warrior of Shadowclan

[/color]

The dark gray tom was nestled in some hay with his mate. He let out a few small purrs as Cinderheart gently licked his head. His eyes was still stinging, but he didn't need to Crystalmoon to tell him he would never see out of it again. He knew the moment the dog scratched his eye. The poppy seeds were starting to take effect but at the entrance of the two stranger's and another clan, Nightscar lifted his head. Thunderclan.

His good eye scanned the faces of the cats and a fear filled his stomach as the last cat entered which was Owltalon and two small kits. He hadn't seen his sister at all. He swallowed and quickly scanned the Thunderclan cats again. No...she wasn't there. His muscles tensed and he dug his claws into the hay. She couldn't be dead. He pulled himself up and hurried over to Owltalon. He heard Cinderheart behind him, begging that he sit down. Then he was beside her as they neared the deputy. The small brown nd black kit hissed at them but then scampered toward Rainflight as they kept coming. He stopped breathing heavy from the effort of getting over there. Was he really that weak? He shook the thought from his head and looked at Owltalon.

"Do you know where my sister is?"

[/color] he asked softly, worry evident in his voice. Surely he would know. He had to know.[/size][/left]

Owltalon had followed cautiously behind the two guides, claimed to be sent from starclan. Their little display deemed trustworthy; but that didn't qualify him to drop his guards. Ears pinned to the top of his head he led his clan toward the horseplace. Shadowclan's stench rode on the wind, their scent made his lip curl. But like the rest of them, he would have to deal with the fact that the two enemies; would be united. The great, rusty red doors stood intimidatingly before them. The tabby tom lifted his chin, taking in the length of the structure. He wasn't quite sure if they'd just magically open, or if they'd have to use force. Whiskers twitching he let his mind reel, then as if nothing, the male guide leaped through an anonymous hole. It was more or less the size of him, fortunately no one was quite as big. Although Sabertooth could have some troubles. He shot the tom a sympathetic glance. Sucking in his pride he followed suit. The smell was much stronger, once inside the barn. He twitched his nose, as if in attempt to block it. Eerie eyes glistened from on top of, under, or beside the distant hay bales. His own eyes adjusted to the darkness. Shadowclan was always scrawny; their pelts have always been a disheveled mess, and amid all this destruction they looked even worse. But for once there was a similarity between the two clans. They were both homeless. Owltalon could practically taste the sorrow on the air. He was surprised to see that Thievingstar, a barricade so stubborn, so strong, one he never thought would be knocked down, was gone. He could tell by the way some wept, and this unnerving gleam that flickered under Nightsky's gaze. The tabby tom locked eyes with the former deputy. An understanding passed between them. Owltalon looked away. That made two things they had in common. They both had no idea what they were to do next. He felt a soft presence by his side, Rainflight. He smiled as he remembered their reconciliation. But a darker thought seeped in. Did she only find the voice to make peace, because of the peril they were in? His eyes narrowed, was their love really that unstable? The tom drilled away at the core of their memories. It was young love, bittersweet, and it happened too soon. Was it because they were so young and foolish? The pair had matured immensely since the birth of their daughters, his deputy ship. Was it now that they were older, that their attraction had dulled? He tried to gulp that thought away; it sickened him more than the deaths faced at camp. But it still tugged at his heart, he cleared his throat.He needed to know. "Rainflight, do you think-" He was cut off abruptly. A shadowclan tom sorely, limped toward them. With each step the coal colored tom winced in pain. Owltalon narrowed his eyes, "Yes?" The tom replied briskly, although his eyes were clouded with worry. His sister? Shouldn't the scrap keep track of his own clan-mates? What would he know? His irritation pricked eagerly at his skin. "I'm sure Shadowclan can keep record of their own warriors." he meowed dryly. It wasn't until the words were already said that he had remembered who this tom was. Nightscar. His sister was Gingerflight, a loyal Thunderclan she-cat. Owltalon cleared his throat once more, "My apologies, I hardly recognized you." he meowed. Flicking his tail he gently scanned the area, the ginger she-cat wasn't in sight. Worry prickled his belly. Had he not taken inventory of his own warriors? Owltalon glanced around, trying to avoid Nightscar's gaze, "I don't know where she is." The defeat licked away at his words. Drooping his tail he looked anything but Thunderclan's newly appointed leader. "I was too busy worrying over the safety of the elders and kits, I assumed the warriors could fend for themselves." He whispered. The tom glanced around once more, trying to pinpoint just who else was missing. The only other cat that came to mind was Cardinalfeather. He hoped that wherever they were, that they'd be together. [bg=4f3823][atrb=border,0,true]

Cinderheart was lost and confused inside. The only place she had every known as home was gone. Destroyed in seconds by the cursed Twolegs. Why couldn't those strange beast just leave them alone? They had caused enough trouble for her, she just wanted them gone. She closed her eyes to fight back the tears. She had cried to much lately, she didn't want to cry anymore. But then she opened her eyes and their light blue orbs made their way toward the form of a dark tom. His eye was shut tight in pain, scratches laced it and his pelt. Her heart lurched as she remembered almost loosing him. He was her rock. He was what was keeping her from falling apart at the moment. She gently licked his pelt, cleaning the numerous wounds from his tussle with the dog. If it hadn't been for that large tom, the one StarClan had sent, Cinderheart would be alone. She loved Nightscar. She hoped that he would stay with her forever. As she continued to clean his wounds, he jumped up and ran off. A whimper escaped her mouth, and with it came a pitiful "Come back!" She watched with apprehension as he padded up toward a ThunderClan cat. It was Owltalon. The gray she-cat lifted herself to her paws and limped over to the pair. Cinderheart felt a gasp escape her throat. At Owltalon's words, she knew instantly who the two were talking about. Gingerflight was no where to be seen. Cinderheart felt herself tremble. So many cats will be lost. She felt a tear trickle down her face as she saw Nightscar's once proud stance fall flat, defeated. She gently placed her tail on his shoulder as Owltalon turned back to take care of his Clan. "Do you want to talk, Nightscar?" she whispered. [bg=828999][atrb=border,0,true]

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

Adderfang had stuck close to Redthorn's side as they trekked through the marshland, which eventually ended with them here. They hadn't spoken, but Adderfang didn't have the words to express what he felt. Sure his home was destroyed, but he had a friend now. The cat kits would shriek at, the cat that warriors would spit at. It was as if for once he didn't feel ugly, like he was actually beautiful. And he was grateful for that. So when the barn loomed ahead of him he found himself gesturing Redthorn ahead, "You can go through the hole first." Of course this had been after Blazingpaw's outburst. It was a bit surprising that the tom actually chose to trust them; when in reality it seems as if he doesn't even trust his own clanmates.

When inside the musky barn, the misplaced gray tom stood still, taking in the view. Where he stood, pieces of hay cluttered the floor. On the back wall a tower of hay bales touched the sky. While the rest curved away, creating a stair step view. The tom cocked his head to the side, interesting. Part of him wanting to scream, run back to the camp and die. This wasn't their home. But the drool worthy scent of mice kept him at bay. Because of the two-leg machines their hadn't been a good source of prey near camp in moons. This barn seemed an unlikely haven. Nudging his only companion's shoulder he meowed quietly, "Do you want to rest? Or hunt." Suddenly he froze, they were friends, but that didn't mean she would spend every living second with you! He shyly cuffed the ground with his paws, "Or you can go get acquainted and I'll talk to you later..." His voice trailed away.

Redthorn probably wanted to spend time with her brother. Being her friend didn't give him the authority to assume they'd be glued at the hip. Twitching his whiskers he meowed a bit louder, "Sorry, I just never had a friend before...I don't know how this works." He was embarrassed, but he chose not to show it. Or at least he tried to hide the faint blush on his cheeks. Here he was a couple hours into his only friendship and he was right on course to ruin it.

The tom sighed, why do I have to be such a mouse-brain.

[/blockquote]

Redthorn padded beside Adderfang, hesitantly following her clan and the two strangers. What was going to happen now? As much as she wished this was all a dream, she knew it wasn't. And if it was it would be one she would never wake up from. The marshes faded away, Redthorn lost track of where she was. Before she knew it, the clan had stopped and many were debating on if they should follow the strangers any more. Redthorn was still numb from what had happened she just stood there, waiting for some cat to do something. And then Blazingpaw spoke, she was still to stunned to be surprised by it. She followed them as they filed into the the hole that was the entrance to the barn. When she and Adderfang approached, the gray tom spoke. A smile tugged at her mouth as she slipped in first. The ugly tom followed and Redthorn looked around. Bales of scratchy straw were stacked against the wall farthest from them. Some ShadowClanners were making themselves comfortable, some were sniffing around at the enticing smell of mice. Redthorn, well, she was beginning to wonder if this was a dream after all. There was something about the barn that was comforting. She just didn't know why. A gentle nudge at her shoulder brought Redthorn back to the present. "Huh? Oh.." she mumbled as Adderfang spoke. One moment he was asking if she wanted to hunt or rest, the next he was saying they could catch up later, and then he was apologizing. Redthorn felt irritated. "There's no right or wrong way to be a friend." she snapped. "You just are. The main thing to remember is friends help each other." her voice softened. "But I think I just want to rest for now." her gaze turned to her paws. "A lot has happened really fast... [bg=3B8686][atrb=border,0,true]

ooc: Hope this is fine Rainy :3 It wasn't until the first Thunderclan cat padded through the hole, that she found herself panting. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was their HAVEN. Thunderclan didn't belong here. It wasn't until she saw his face, that she broke into a mad sprint. Her petite, silver paws brought her to a damp, abandoned corner. It smelled like death, confused she opened her mouth. A mouse laid rotting before her paws. Disgusted she backed into the wall. Maggots oozed from it's chest. How fitting. It has been a moon since she last saw the tom, it had been precisely a moon since she loved him. Mothstorm gulped, somehow through all of the jumbled scent she could still pick up his. How bent was she? Just how sick? She was over this. But that didn't explain why she was hiding in a graveyard of secrets. Her heart was screwed beyond repair. So why did her eyes light up when she spotted him? Why did she feel as if it were a dream? "I can't let him see me." she breathed. The she-cat was terrified of what could happen if he laid eyes on her. Would he walk over? Would they rekindle their love in front of everyone? Or even worse, what if he did nothing? That stung her the most. What if he didn't even acknowledge her? "Oh Hawkeyes, what did you do to me?" So she sat behind that hay bale, a rotting mouse between her paws. Waiting for him to go away, hoping he wouldn't notice her. But all good things go to waste. She had been so focused on watching Hawkeyes, that she had failed to notice three stray kits. Silverwing's snot nosed kits. Eyes narrowed, she watched Hawkeyes walk Spottedwind over to a hay bale. A burning intensity filled her chest cavity. This sick, raw emotion was only defined as jealousy. She clenched her jaws, "Stupid run-" A pair of needle sharp claws stuck her tail. With a screech she dove out from behind the bale, Weaselkit hanging from the tip of her tail. It took only a few hasty swipes to knock the kit off. But it took only one scream for all eyes on her. Eyes wide Mothstorm quickly scrambled to her paws. She gulped, "Eh, sorry." She shot the tabby kit a scathing glare. Suddenly the fur on her neck stood straight up. Someone was staring at her. Mothstorm whipped around, immediately her eyes locked with his. He looked exactly how she remembered him. Long, lanky figure. He wasn't as muscly as the typical Thunderclan tom; but Starclan he had looks. The she-cat narrowed her gaze. There was no room for weakness. She couldn't let him see that he broke her. She wouldn't let him scent her terror. Instead she clenched her teeth, and padded forward. The silver tabby's chin was lifted, her tail erect. She wasn't broken. "Hey." she meowed. [bg=3c3c3c][atrb=border,0,true]