The NightClan Roleplay - Book 6

[Lawl[iet]]

((Ooh, Wolfie, you should have Dewwing ask Mel if he wants a tour and then be like "but you knew that already," to test if he's thunderscar. ))

"Yeah," the tom replied. "Come on, Mosspath, Dingoface, and Icefire! Follow me," he meowed to the other cats, waving his tail for them to follow him out into the forest. Blazing heat hit the tom's face as he stepped out of camp and into the sun. Having a mainly black coat didn't help much in this hot weather.

"I guess I'll show myself around, then," Mello meowed quietly.

[~*WOLFIE*~]

((Oh, that's a good idea, Petal! And I don't care who goes in the forest. You pick. By the way, is the warrior or the apprentice the one who seeks?))

Wolfkit smiled and said, "Ok, do you want to be the warrior or the apprentice?"

Mosspath followed Gorsebranch out of the NightClan camp and into the hot forest. "Wow," she exclaimed. "I think my fur is going to burn off if it's this hot and humid out." the she-cat joked.

Dewwing looked at the intruder; Mello; and saw that he was wandering around the camp. "Now's my chance." she said with a slight smile. Dewwing still thought there was something odd about him. And even if no one else believed her, Dewwing believed that Mello was somehow related to Thunderscar. And by remembering what Metalclaw said, " He's back," and her prophecy about the evil cat made the she-cat think even more about Thunderscar. Dewwing cautiously padded up to Mello and said, "Excuse me. You're Mello, right? I'm Dewwing. Would you like a tour of the area?" She paused for a moment and then glanced at his eyes with a hard look. "Unless, of course, you know the area already." she said. A low growl escaped her throat on instinct.

[Lawl[iet]]

((The warrior seeks, the apprentice hides. Have Wolfkit go into the forest looking for a hiding place.))

"Umm, I'll be the warrior!" Graykit mewed. "Go hide while I count, okay?"

"Yeah," Gorsebranch meowed. He stopped his patrol and meowed, "Okay, everyone, we're going to split up into groups. "Mosspath, you're with me. That means that Dingofoace is with Icefire. You two go to the left path, and we'll take the right. Understood?"

"Hm?" Mello meowed. "What do you mean? How could I know what the camp is like from just getting here?" Foxdung! Mello thought. She almost had me! What else does she know?

[Golden]

"All right," came Duststripe's reply. "Let's eat before we go," he murmured over his shoulder to Rainpool.
"Good idea," Rainpool managed to tell him. Something was wrong. Why did Mello want to look around the camp? Why was he even there? Her suspicions were worrying her. Was he a spy from another territory? Why wasn't Ghoststar chasing him out? He had no right to be there, and Rainpool had never seen a stranger be aloud in the camp before unless they were closely guarded and being kept for a reason, like if the Clan could get information out of them. But something was wrong.
"Are you all right?" Duststripe asked cautiously as they sat down with their mice. "You seem a bit.. distracted."
"I'm fine, just a bit bothered by having a complete stranger roaming around our camp, learning all of our secrets."
"I feel the same way. But if Ghoststar's allowing this, maybe he knows something we don't. They weretalking before we got over there."
"You have a point. Ghoststar must trust this cat." Rainpool's worried eyes didn't match her calm, assured voice.

[~*WOLFIE*~]

"Okay." Wolfkit mewed. "You go over there and close your eyes." she said while pointing her tail to the nursery. The she-kit ran into the forest to find a hiding spot. She looked around the large forest and found a small tree. She ran to it and clawed her way up on to a branch and crouched down, looking out for her sister to come and find her.

Mosspath followed Gorsebranch into the forest.

"Well, I thought if you've been around here before, you didn't need anyone to show you around." Dewwing said, glancing away from Mello. Mousedung! He's pretty smart. "Well, do you need a tour or what?"

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"Okay!" Graykit meowed, dashing over to the nursery wall. "One, two, three..."

Gorsebranch sniffed the air, trying to catch the scent of prey. He couldn't smell any, but he spotted some movement in a tree above him. He nodded to Mosspath to let her know, and got ready to pounce.

"Yes, I'd like a tour," Mello replied stiffly. This cat sure was being rude to him. But she was too easy of a target. If he took her out, the Clan would be sure to know that it was him. He'd leave her alone... for now.

"...twenty-nine, thirty! Ready or not, here I come, Wolfkit!" Graykit sniffed out her sister's scent trail and followed it around the fresh-kill pile, over by the elder's den, and finally into the forest. The scent stopped at a tree, and she saw Wolfkit's gray tail dangline from a branch. She silently and quickly climbed up the tree and swiped at her sister's tail. "Found ya!" Graykit meowed proudly.

Gorsebranch pushed off hard and leapt into the air, gliding swiftly up to the branch only to see two kits instead of what he thought had been prey. "Graykit? Wolfkit?" he meowed. "What are you two doing out here!?"

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Jul 3, 2009 19:35:35 GMT -5 we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(: said:

"Okay," Foxwhisper took in a deep breath, "Because I believe he's the reincarnation...of some sort, of a collection of evils. He feels like a killer. But that might only be me, I've lost some things lately and seen strange other things... I'm probably just being paranoid. Brownfur's death just got me going crazy, you know? It's hard to lose a mentor."

((Spray cheese?))

(( Haha Lighty I forgive your spray-cheesiness ))

Fernpaw blinked. "Ah. So it's more than the usual rubbing-the-wrong-way, huh?" Her mentor's bad feelings--wow, could she even call him her mentor yet?--seemed a little... out there. But then again, how did she know? Maybe, when you're a medicine cat, you can tell these kinds of things by just looking at someone. However, she wasn't going to let Foxwhisper influence her opinion of Mello. Fernpaw wanted to get to know this "collection of evils" for herself.

(( There she goes again, nosing where she shouldn't. ;P ))

[~*WOLFIE*~]

A large cat swiftly jumped up into the tree and Wolfkit's eyes widened. "Graykit? Wolfkit? What are you two doing out here!?" The cat asked. Wolfkit had seen this cat before. Oh! It's our older brother! she realized. "Um... We were just playing warrior and apprentice." the tiny kit mewed. "Why can't we play in the forest?"

Mosspath looked up at Gorsebranch in the tree. "Is everything alright, Gorsebranch?"

Fogpool opened her blinded eyes and realized that she had drifted off. She put her paw on the ground, but she didn't feel the small heartbeats of her kits. She stood up and walked around trying to get a scent.

"Okay, Mello." Dewwing sighed. She padded toward the warrior den and started the tour from there. "This is where the warriors sleep at night and rest during the day." From there, she went to the medicine cat den, then the nursery and then her father's den. Dewwing made sure not to tell Mello anything that he could use to hurt NightClan. If he was related to Thunderscar, he could easily tell the evil cat any of the Clan secrets.

((Is one of the kits supposed to spot Metalclaw?))

[Lawl[iet]]

((Yeah, I'll have Graykit see him))

"Yeah, it's alright," Gorsebranch meowed to Mosspath. "It's just my two younger siblings." The tom turned his attention back to the two kits. "No, you cannot play in the forest!" he answered. "It's dangerous! There could be foxes and badgers around, and no one wants you two to get hurt. Go back to camp now, okay? You can play there."

"Okay!" Graykit mewed. She fearlessly jumped down to the ground and waited for her sister to follow her. A glint off in the distance suddenly caught Graykit's eye, and she slipped away into the distance without anyone noticing. The kit crawled through the bushes until she could see four huge feet in front of her. The she-cat stayed in the undergrowth, hoping that she wouldn't be seen. Standing before her was a large black and gray cat with monster-like silver claws. The shone brightly in the sunlight. Graykit was amazed, so she blinked a few times to cler her eyes. When she blinked, there was a rustling noise, and the cat was gone. Graykit stepped out into the clearing and looked around, but he was no where to be seen.

"Well, thanks," Mello meowed. He padded away to sit by the fresh-kill pile for a moment to think. I need to stratagize, he thought. I need to get closer to the leader, then I can take him down like I did the cat before him.

[Lawl[iet]]

((Sorry for double-posting, but I'm going to get the RP going here. ))

"Graykit," Feather meowed as she stepped into the clearing on the opposite side, a mouse clutched in her jaws. "What are you doing out in the forest? You're just a kit."

"Nothing," Graykit replied. "I'll go back to camp now." The kit pushed her way through the bushes and ran back to camp. I need to tell dad, she thought. He needs to know about what I saw out there! She approached the entrance and was slowing down by that time. Incredibly tired, she found her mother and collapsed at her paws. Breathing deeply, she calmed down and mewed, "Where's dad?"

[i hope dawn never comes.]

(( Do you want Wildflower to take her petrol out now? ))

[Lawl[iet]]

((Sure. )

[~*WOLFIE*~]

((I'm so sorry I haven't RPed in a while! I'll get going again right now. ))

"Wait up, Graykit!" Wolfkit called from the tree. She jumped down and just barely landed on her feet, scrambling a little bit to get herself running. She entered the camp and saw Graykit. Her face looked slightly scared. "What is it, Graykit? What did you see?"

Mosspath watched the two kits jump from the tree and waited for Gorsebranch to join her on the ground.

Dewwing nodded as Mello walked away from her towards the fresh-kill pile. She still didn't at all trust him. How could she ever trust him?

Fogpool felt the heartbeats of her kits once again and felt relief wash over her. She sighed and walked toward them.

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Wildflower turned around on the pads of her paws, it was time for the afternoon patrol. She glanced around for her patrol members and smiled, "Okay, afternoon patrol is getting ready to head out." She announced looking around as she scanned for fellow patrollers and Ghoststar, she gave a small sigh. Her pads were just itching to get out here and hunt, she loved hunting almost as much as she loved NightClan, that how big her heart was. But she would always love Flameriver more than all, that would never change.

[Lawl[iet]]

((lol it's okay Wolfie!))

"Oh, nothing," Graykit meowed. "Now, where's dad?" The kit quickly scanned the camp and spotted her father emerging from his den. "Thre he is!" she mewed to herself. Graykit turned to her sister and mewed, "I'll be right back. Wait for me, okay? We can play then!" The she-cat dashed off in the direction of the leader's den to meet her father.

Gorsebranch leapt down from the tree and looked at Mosspath. "Let's keep looking for prey and then head back," he meowed.

Ghoststar laughed as one of his two kits ran up to him. "What is it, Graykit?" he meowed. "Is something wrong?"

"Kind of," Graykit mewed, shuffling her paws. "I saw a monster in the forest! Not a twoleg monster though. It was a big cat, looked kind of black and gray, and it had big shiny claws."

Ghoststar gavr his kit a strange look. "Are you sure you saw this "monster"? And what were you doing out in the forest anyways?" he meowed.

"Wolfkit and I were playing a game you told us about," the kit mewed. "Will you please just come and see it? Please?"

"Alright," the leader agreed. "I'll go with you." Ghoststar smiled as Graykit purred happily and led him into the forest.

Mello cautiously lifted his head to see Ghoststar leaving camp with one of his kits. This is perfect! he thought. I need to take this opritunity. The tom got up and stretched, then left camp using the alternate exit. He made his way silently through the undergrowth to his secret den, where his onlt follower was waiting for him. "Come," he meowed. "The target is on the move." He began to leave the den, a silky white she-cat following him. He stopped, seeing that the leader was in a clearing, arguing with a strange metal-clawed cat. "This is your chance to prove yourself, Moon," Mello whispered.

"Yes, Thunderscar," Moon replied. "I'll take him down."

[Golden]

Duststripe's ears swiveled toward Wildflower's call. Licking his lips from the vole he ate, Duststripe stood up and politely waited for Rainpool to finish. She shot him a grateful look and soon leaped to her paws. "We'll be there in just a moment!" Duststripe called over his shoulder to the NightClan deputy.
The two warriors brushed pelts along the way to Wildflower. It was surprising to Rainpool that Duststripe felt for her, but she loved it. "We're ready now, Wildflower. Sorry to keep you waiting." Rainpool dipped her head in apology and Duststripe copied her movements.

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Wildflower laughed smiling t the two, "Well, that's quite all right," She mewed nodding her head at the two warriors, "I'm in no hurry." The brown tabby noted looking around. "Okay, guys let's head out." Wildflower said more cheerily. Her body rotated around to face the forest, that out stretched infront of them. She could just smell the prey. Her paws itched to just get out there and hunt, it was after all her favorite thing to do.

[Lawl[iet]]

"So, where is this monstar cat?" Ghoststar meowed. Graykit was hiding in the bushes just in case something attacked.
"Right here, sweetheart," A silky-furred cat meowed, leaping down from a tree and pinning the leader down. "Guess who?"
"Moon!" The leader growled. "What happened to you?"
"Someone showed me the path to take," Moon purred as a shadowy figure stepped out of the bushes opposite of where Graykit was hiding.
Ghoststar's eyes widened as he saw the figure's fur take on color from the shadows. "M-Mello!" he hissed through his teeth. "Why?"
Mello approached the leader and hit him across the face. Graykit nearly screeched with shock, but kept her lips shut tight.
"That's not my name," Mello replied. "It's Thunderscar."
"It can't be..." the leader meowed, but after taking a closer look at his face, there was no doubt that this was the cat who took Wolfstar's life. "You tratiors!" he hissed, struggling against Moon's grip.
Thunderscar sneered and gripped Ghoststar's neck in his jaws. "How would you like to join your former leader in the afterlife!" he hissed. The cat's jaws tightened on Ghoststar's throat, and finally they pressed down hard enough to send blood droplets flying. Graykit fund it hard not to scream as blood landed at her paws.
"Give me a turn," Moon meowed, letting Thunderscar hold the leader down. There was no need to, because as soon as Ghoststar would stand, he was sure to collapse.
Moon extended her long, thorn-sharp claws and dug then into Ghoststar's throat, taking another life in the process. The leader yowled and fell limp.
Thunderscar stepped off of Ghoststar's body and walked away. "We're going to CliffClan now," he meowed. "Swiftstar is our next target." Moon nodded and followed the tom to the border.
Graykit ran to her father's side, then turned and ran back to camp.
Ghoststar opened his eyes and discovered himself in a starry clearing. "Ghoststar," the starry cats around him meowed. "You've lost your eighth and seventh lives. ou have six lives left..." The leader yowled as his lives were taken from him, then blinked and found himself in darkness. Moments later, he awoke and found himself covered in blood. He was still bleeding, and he could loose andother life if he bled any more.
Graykit reached the camp and scrambled onto the Highrock like she'd seen her father do before. "Help!" she yowled. "Ghoststar's in trouble! He's hurt and needs help!"

[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

Foxwhisper heard yowling in the forest and ran quickly out to a small clearing. Ghoststar was lying on the ground by Graykit, who was running in frantic circles, shouting out for help.
"Ghoststar! Who did this to you?" Foxwhisper gasped, "Nevermind, there's no time for you to explain. Graykit, yowl if anyone comes back, I'm going to get some herbs." With that, Foxwhisper sprang off the ground and back into camp. He gabbed several herbs and raced back into the forest. What will become of the clans if there is a bloodthirsty murderer in the forest?
Ghoststar was still bleeding a lot, and Foxwhisper struggled to get the cobwebs around all of his wounds. He placed a few poppy seeds gently in his mouth to ease his pain.
"Don't worry, Ghoststar," he whispered, forgetting his nervousness of taking on such a big job alone. "You'll be okay."

[Lawl[iet]]

Ghoststar swallowed the poppy seeds, but then suddenyl felt a spasm of pain through his body. He blacked out once more, and reappeared in the starlit clearing. The cats whispered to him once again, announcing that he'd lost his sixth life. The leader silently yowled in pain, then reopened his eyes. He was once again in the clearing where he'd been hurt, Graykit and Foxwhisper standing at his side. He sighed deeply and fell asleep.

"Hurry, this way," Thunderscar meowed. " CliffClan camp is just beyond this ridge."
"I'm coming," Moon replied. "I'm having trouble on these rocks. They're hard on my paws. How can you stand them?"
"I was born into CliffClan," the tom meowed. "CliffClan cats have tough paw pads to walk on the rocks."
Moon's eyes widened. "You lied to me!" she yowled. "You told me that you were a rogue, and you've been lying this whole time!" The silky she-cat leapt at the tom, who turned at blocked the white cat's attack. Moon prepared herself to leap again, but a voice suddenly came from nowhere.
"Please, allow me to take care of him,"
The two cats looked up in time to see a large cat emerge from the shadows and fall onto them. Their towls were suddenly cut short as their lives were ripped from them.
"Who are you...?" Thunderscar hissed with his last breath.
"Metalclaw," the cat meowed. Metalclaw sighed as the two cats fell limp and blood formed a pool arounf his paws. "I never thought I'd have to get my paws bloody," he sighed.