In the Dark of the Night [All of SC and TC]

[Stoney]

Brightstar!

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The orange she-cat stared down at the dead body of Cedarstar. He looked old, not at all like a leader, would this be her future? Giving her life to the clan and only end up a shriveled old body, she didn’t like this. Brightstar was a vibrant and strong cat, she couldn’t let thoughts like this bother her. Suddenly she heard Jaggedtooth speak, she hadn’t been paying attention until several of her warriors began to howl in outrageous. Then she realized what the tom had said, how dare he!

“ThunderClan is responsible for Cedarstar’s death. It was a cat from your Clan that murdered him! ThunderClan will pay for this evil deed! You will leave our camp right away; ThunderClan is no longer welcome here.” She let his words wash over him, the fury building up her, she tried to control it she was a leader after all. She wasn’t a rash young warrior anymore, anything she did was a direct reflection of her clan. And her clan did not give into taunts or accusations wildly. Even though she could feel her claws preparing to dig into his flank she must be strong. Her warriors spoke up she let their words pass over to Jaggedtooth while she tried to control herself. All she had to do was speak, that was it. There was no need for violence no need to fight...She felt her deputy come up to investigate what the noise was about he was already saying what she suppose to say. Try and reason with Jaggedtooth, that was the smart move. But she wasn’t like that, Brightstar wasn’t one for words or even compromising. She found it so difficult to do that, she was a fighter down to the bone. And these rough times called for a tough leader.

Orange face pushed rudely close to Jaggedtooth, her bright blue eyes glaring fiercely at him.

”Your medicine cat is right. You have no right to accuse us! Why would we murder your leader? We came here in peace, WHY WOULD WE KILL HIM?” She felt the anger burst through her, she tried to control it by biting her mouth but it didn’t work. She did taste blood in her mouth. Jaggedtooth had always hated them, but at least he’d supported Cedarstar in his choice to keep Thunderclan in the territory. But now without a wall the tom was already exercising his right as leader and his first order of business was to force her clan out. Breathing heavily the she-cat sat down roughly, trying to calm herself. It didn’t work.

”Don’t worry Jaggedtooth, we don’t want anything to do with you or your clan. My clan is leaving tonight. But we will remain in Shadowclan territory.” Claws suddenly lashed out across the other toms face. She’d been trying so hard not to attack him, but that smug look on his face pushed her over the edge. Thunderclan was leaving, that was for sure, she knew they couldn’t stay with Shadowclan forever and after 6 moons it was about time they left. But to leave so quickly without any ideas where they were going made her feel pressured. An easygoing leader didn’t deal with pressure to well and she let it out the only way she knew by fighting. If they were leaving tonight she’d make sure Jaggedtooth remembered this day.

The she-cat jumped back when Jaggedtooth rushed at her, she felt his claws rake the side of her. She managed to dodge being bowled over but she was a big cat and it was hard to avoid all attacks. This meant war. She had tried, she tried for 6 moons to reign in her tendency for fighting. Blue eyes looked back at Cedarstar, letting a little prayer to Starclan. She was probably doing the wrong thing, this fight would mean the two clans would be in constant hatred within one territory but she was sick of being a quiet and calm leader. She was chosen for a reason, her fire and passion would protect her clan. Tail lashed side to side, watching the tom before once again lashing out her powerful claws to land a blow on his face. She wanted to scar him.
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[atrb=border,0,true][th] Forgo your כфммфи sense You cannot hוdפ yourself Behind a fαιרγтαפן forever and פvפг Sparrowfoot looked on as more and more cats gathered in the clearing, and the whirlwind of emotions that were going around grew even more tumultuous she closed her eyes and forced her heart stay at its constant beat, her mind to think logically. For a while she was silent, trying to work out in her head what to do, a decision independent of the biases, prejudices, and assumptions that were going around the circle. "He was a great leader. The forest will mourn his death along with you." "We are sorry for your loss, he was a great cat." Jaggedtooth's voice came clear into her mind, spouting accusations and blasphemy against her and Thunderclan. She could understand him being angry. Everyone had loved Cedarstar. But the tabby tom went too far. His pride was showing up again. With a guilty pit in her heart, Sparrowfoot acknowledged that, Jagged's headstrong tendencies alone and his strength in anger and want for revenge was what made him attractive to her. “ShadowClan is just as strong as it has ever been. We do not need the assistance of the weak Clan that we have been aiding back to strength for the past few moons... ThunderClan is responsible for Cedarstar’s death. It was a cat from your Clan that murdered him! ThunderClan will pay for this evil deed! You will leave our camp right away; ThunderClan is no longer welcome here.” Sparrow knew that this was going to have eventually happened anyway, even if Cedarstar was still living and breathing. Thunderclan and Shadowclan could not live forever in one territory. Opening her eyes, she stood up, letting her claws flex in and out. She would fight with everyone if need be. Yowls for peace and calm, especially from Eaglestrike and Crimsonfire, resounded around the clearing. Even Birchshadow, Shadowclan's Medicine Cat, doubted Jagged's judgement. Coaltail, in his typical style, just threw all his feelings down and said basically, 'let's fight.' But then Brightstar really attacked. And Suddenly Sparrow didn't feel like it anymore. In fact, she found that it was the last thing she wanted. "Brightstar, No!" Sparrow leaped forward and crashed into her leader, the blow meant for Jagged's face landing on her shoulder. The first Thunderclan blood of the day dripped on the dark soil, in between the two leaders. "We-We don't need a battle. You know that, Brightstar." Sparrowfoot stared in disbelief at her orange-pelted leader, and then stumbling around to face everyone else, she scanned the many feline faces watching, picking out clanmates and Shadowclan cats alike. "We don't want blood today. I don't want blood today." Being Her heart was pounding... Saying "All for him... " Others "Cedarstar is Dead!" Thought I think I love him... ~шфгd €фמטт 439 ~MUSE 5/10 ~ФФ€ Been off for a while. But I'll try to be more active. Lol, my RPing site list hit fifteen two days ago. EDIT: Oh, Man, sorry guys, I meant Brightstar. Leafstar, jeez, I must be still stuck in the past xD

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bitternpaw
" i will not bow, i will not break "

All of Shadowclan seemed still as if Starclan plucked the moment and suspended it in time. The bird song had stopped, the wind refused to blow, and even the hum of insects seemed to cease. Something was wrong. The large, Bengal tom felt uneasy. His fur bristled and his claws became unsheathed. There were still Thunderclanners strolling around their territory and their scent was beginning to rub off on the territory. Bitternpaw hated it, the entire situation. Shadowclan was strong and proud, they were said to have the coldest hearts of all the clans. So why were they allowing their worst nemesis onto their land? The tom could have lived with Riverclan because they were just as prideful as his own clan members and they had history together but he could not tolerate their archrivals squandering their prey. He valued Cedarstar and respected his leadership but he questioned his decision. His clan was strong and capable. Their land was untouched by the catastrophic events. He liked to think he had a hidden motive behind his actions, something that the clans could not see yet until he revealed it and it was all too late. That would have been the option he preferred—not that anyone was going to ask him.

He continued to trek deeper into his territory. The further he went the more he felt like something was wrong. There was something different in the air. It was thick, like smog and just as poisonous. Then he heard it—an outraged caterwaul. He wasted no time in reacting as he bunched his muscles and propelled himself forward. The young apprentice wasn’t built for speed but he pushed himself harder, forcing himself to go faster. There were more voices now and they didn’t seem far away. He dashed across the moss fields, his paws kicking up mud and debris as he ran. The voices were getting louder and until the scent of rotten flesh had him gagging. He stopped and spat, like he just inhaled a mouthful of crow-food. The carrion place? he wondered to himself and cautiously moved forward. He could still hear others’ voices but the awful stench—worse than ever before—made his head spin. His thoughts became disordered as the scent grew stronger. Even his eyes began to tear up due to the strong, overhanging odor.

]”Don’t worry Jaggedtooth, we don’t want anything to do with you or your clan. My clan is leaving tonight. But we will remain in Shadowclan territory.”

He heard the last bit of Brightstar’s comment when she leaped at Jaggedtooth. Cedarstar laid between Jaggedtooth and Brighstar, with the rival clans on their corresponding sides. Fury welled in his chest and he clenched his jaws tight to keep himself in check. Brightstar’s attack had missed due to one of her pathetic warriors. The warrior—Bitternpaw didn’t need to concern himself with her name—was starting like a new born kitten. The large tom shouldered his way through the crowd, his eyes glaring daggers into all of Thunderclan.

"We don't want blood today…

The Thunderclan she-cat was talking again, her voice weak and uncertain just like her clan mates. Bitternpaw dug his claws into the ground. “I suppose you don’t,” he hissed, his voice carrying over the area. “You and your clan mates have spilled quite a bit for one day, don’t you think?” A sadistic smile overcame the tom’s handsome features. “Well I think it’s our turn to shed a little blood!”

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[K'sariya]

[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=ffffff] ~this is where we sing to the moon this is where we cry to the stars this is where we love the world and embrace who we are~

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It wasn't often that Dapplepaw was actually focused on her work. A lighthearted smile remained spread across her features as she organized the herbs she had brought in earlier, identifying each of them in turn so she could make sure that she had heard the names before. She never had to worry about remembering them--as long as she had heard their names once, it flowed easily to her every time after that. It was their purposes that she always seemed to forget. It was strange how she could never remember the names of cats, but could always remember the names of herbs...

Catmint, dock, tansy, juniper berries, yarro-

A sharp, resonating yowl roused her from her thoughts. Normally, she would pay no heed to such an interruption, but something was strange about this one. Was that... Jaggedclaw's yowl? Or was it Jaggedfoot? Or just Jag? Or... nevermind. Well, whatever his name was, she knew it was the deputy, and that was peculiar. Where was Cedarstar?

She padded from the medicine den, looking up at the darkened sky briefly before turning her gaze around her, looking at the cats bustling about and heeding the deputy's summons. She followed them timidly, unsure of what to do or what she would find. It was obvious that the she-cat was young, hardly out of kit-hood. In fact, she was only seven moons old, and the small feline still held the gentle, adorable features of a maturing kit. The calico/tortoiseshell feline was obviously still very much like a kit, and not just in her looks; it pulsed through all of her actions. She walked with a playful bounce in her step and every once in a while, she would slow her gait to stare at a bug flying around her head in a very fascinated manner.

She finally stumbled upon the congregation that had formed. She craned her neck, her front paws lifting from the ground slightly as she made an attempt to peer over the cats to see what everyone was so upset about. She ducked under several stomachs, her small body coming in handy as she weaved through the gaps between the gathered individuals. She pushed to the front just as the deputy's biting accusations rang out loud and clear, driving a stake directly through her mind as she laid her emerald gaze upon the body before her.

"Cedarstar?" came her quivering whisper, mouth parted with shock, eyes wide with fright. The others around her seemed to melt away as she drew a bit closer to his body, but only by the slightest. "Cedarstar... wake up... please..." She no longer cared if she seemed like such a kit right then, asking a dead body to wake up. He... he couldn't be dead. He was Cedarstar. The Cedarstar. Since when did he use eight of his nine lives? No! It couldn't be! No, StarClan, it couldn't be...

Dapplepaw moved. She wasn't sure what direction she went, but apparently it wasn't the direction she came, because instead of going deeper into the crowd she bumped into Birchshadow. She looked up at her mentor, frightened, and then ducked between his front legs, terrified. She pressed close to him, to the only comfort available.

Watch, for I draw near...
"Hark, allow my lyrics to flow into your ears!"
My thoughts are in shackles, prisoners of my mind.

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Muse | 07/10
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[Shells]

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[atrb=background,http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/4407/jagmid2.png] As soon as he had leapt at Brightstar, Jaggedtooth could hear the noises of cats clashing. A swift movement brushed past him in midair, but he ignored it as he landed next to Brightstar, only managing to rake her side. The satisfaction that consumed him whenever his claws broke the skin of an opposite Clan member was all that he needed to bring him to face his opponent. He could now see that Eaglestrike from ThunderClan had been the one to brush past him while he was in midair, and now the tom was rambling like the obviously scared kit that he was. After all, what was the point of being a warrior if it didn’t mean that you had to fight to protect your Clan? With the ThunderClan warrior’s distraction, Jaggedtooth was not prepared for Brightstar’s strike, a strong blow against his face. Blood dripped into his eyes, and he shook his large golden head to clear his sight, the fury of battle burning in his eyes. He was vaguely aware of the activity going on around him, and he couldn’t help but notice the lack of compliance to the two leaders’ commands. To his right, ShadowClan’s medicine cat, Birchshadow, was murmuring things in his ear about evidence for what had caused Cedarstar’s death. He didn’t need evidence! Anymouse-brain could see that Cedarstar had been murdered, and by another cat! The only other cats that had been around besides the ones from his own Clan were ones from ThunderClan, so the culprit had to be from ThunderClan. Who was Birchshadow to lecture him on staying out of battle? He was a medicine cat, not a warrior. Jaggedtooth honored the tom’s choice to pursue a destiny in medicine and what the tom did for his Clan, but he did not have any say in the matter of deciding when to fight. That lay solely in the decision of the leader. And did he actually say that they’ve been through enough? Jaggedtooth could feel his hackles rising even more than they already were, and he practiced what he would do to Brightstar’s face by digging his powerful and thorn-sharp claws into the ground. ThunderClan, been through too much? What about ShadowClan, the ones that had just lost their leader? The large russet tom was sick of hearing about the poor ThunderClan cats that had been through a lot. The flood was over and done with—it had been over six moons—Jaggedtooth was through with pitying these ungrateful cats. From the other side of the divided Clans, Jaggedtooth could hear cats from ThunderClan questioning their leader’s actions as well. What was wrong with these cats? Now that Jaggedtooth was leader, there would be a few changes. He would restore the hunger for battle in his Clan, and the obedience that they were bound to under the warrior code. He had waited too long to return an attack to the ThunderClan leader, and he could see her rearing up to swipe at him again from the corner of his eye. Another cat from ThunderClan had launched herself at her own leader and obstructed the blow that surely would have landed. Following barreling into her leader, the young warrior announced her thoughts on launching into battle and declared that it was not her will to battle and she did not want any more bloodshed. As if it was her decision—as if the other cats cared what she said and respected her opinions above their leader’s. For all the hatred that Jaggedtooth felt for the opposing leader, he couldn’t help but be disgusted by the warrior’s open disregard for her leader’s decision. In fact, now that he looked around, it appeared as if all of the cats from the two Clans were weary of launching into battle. The large tom bustled with rage and yowled back at his Clan, “Right now is not the time to babble about your opinions on the matter! I am the leader of this Clan, and I say that we are driving ThunderClan from our camp! This is not the way StarClan intended the Clans to live!” Glancing briefly toward the apprentice from his own Clan that had suddenly appeared and clarified his desire to battle, Jaggedtooth continued, his powerful muscles rippling under his bloody pelt as he raised his voice above the caterwauling. “You should all take a lesson from this apprentice! I’ve never been so ashamed of my own Clan before!” As he finished, he turned back to Brightstar and narrowed his eyes. “Apparently neither Clan has warriors willing to battle each other. This is what happens when two Clans live together for so long—they grow too comfortable with each other. Surely you can see this can no longer continue?”

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bitternpaw
" i will not bow, i will not break "

The young Bengal tom bared his teeth. His fur bristled with irritation when his clan mates refused to attack. Perhaps it was disrespectful to fight over Cedarstar’s corpse and Bitternpaw could live with that excuse if there was a fire in their eyes, but there was nothing. His own clan sounded more like Thunderclan that that of Shadowclan. It embarrassed him even though he held no standings in the clan, considering he was a lowly apprentice. I’ll make them pay, he swore to himself. His eyes scanned the foreign clan, the group of felines who simply did not belong on their terrain. Their hearts were too warm to inhabit a forest of shadows. Then his attention glanced over to his own clan—the clan that was said to have the coldest hearts in the forest—and they were doing nothing but backing down from a fight. The scorn for his clan mates were evident in his eyes but he did not utter a word, he couldn’t or at least not yet. He wasn’t high enough in the rankings to have an influence but once he gained a higher status, his opinions would be heard and they would be implemented. It was only a matter of time.

However, it seemed Jaggedtooth was equally ashamed of his clan and he let it be known. A stab of envy cut through the young tom but he shoved it away. There were things he could learn from Jaggedtooth, things that could elevate him to the top. He stood only a fox-length or so away or so from the massive tom and if he decided to attack, he wouldn’t hesitate in helping him take down the tree-huggers in front of them.

“You should all take a lesson from this apprentice! I’ve never been so ashamed of my own Clan before!”

The young tom felt proud and held himself a little taller. Compliments typically meant nothing unless they came from someone with authority, someone like the future leader of Shadowclan. The large tom at his side turned his attention back onto Brightstar and spoke once more:

”Apparently neither Clan has warriors willing to battle each other. This is what happens when two Clans live together for so long—they grow too comfortable with each other. Surely you can see this can no longer continue?”

Bitternpaw yowled his approval, his ears flat against his skull. He wanted nothing more to do with the Thunderclan trash. Cedarstar had been kind and tolerate but then he was murdered for his kindness, an act that Bitternpaw would not forgive. However the tom wasn’t completely blind. He knew that it was plausible for someone within his own clan to have done such a horrible act; it used to be common in Shadowclan long before his time. But right now his focus was on the treacherous felines before him. His claws were unsheathed and gleamed in the hot sunlight. If only Jaggedtooth would give the command, he’d have the Thunderclanners begging for their lives.

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elmstripe

" try talking to me about the reason behind your tears, and about the thorny roses which pierce through your tiny heart "

Elmstripe had been watching the events unfold from the back of the crowd. His orange tabby coat gleamed in the sunlight, his mouth fixed in a scowl. The tom had always been fiercely loyal to his clan and it bruised his pride to seek help from a bunch of crow-food eaters. Cedarstar, however, had been different than most Shadowclan leaders. The tom had been logical and analytic something that his clan mates lacked but that great tom was now dead. He didn’t know how long he’d been laying there catching flies but his body reeked—the scent only made worse by the muggy air. He turned his narrowed eyes onto Brightstar and Jaggedtooth. They were standing on either side of the fallen leader’s body squabbling. It irritated Elmstripe to see them arguing, if he had his choice he would have raked his claws across the tom’s face and be done with it. No one insulting his clan or blamed them of such foolish folly. Jaggedtooth didn’t have a brain, he must not have if he was mouse-brained enough to think that they would have killed their leader—the sole thing keeping them alive.

”Your medicine cat is right. You have no right to accuse us! Why would we murder your leader? We came here in peace, WHY WOULD WE KILL HIM?”

The senior warrior flattened his ears. When Brightstar chose to scream the words at the tom in front of her, it was piercing like nails on a chalkboard. His claws became unsheathed upon a reflex and wished he was deaf to her screeching. He never liked the sound of it, no matter how much he respected her—her voice was one thing he could not stand. He glanced up at her just in time to see her rake her claws down Jaggedtooth’s face. A smug smile slid over the tom’s features. Must’ve read my mind, he thought as he trotted up to the front of the crowd. It was hard not to gag on the rancid odor stemming from Cedarstar but somehow he managed to keep his emotions in check.

“Don’t worry Jaggedtooth, we don’t want anything to do with you or your clan. My clan is leaving tonight. But we will remain in Shadowclan territory.”

Finally, some sense has come out of this, he thought. Living with Shadowclan was an uneasy truce for both sides. In fact he had no idea how the managed for so long. However no matter how admirable the feat was it was over now and Elmstripe couldn’t agree more with Brightstar’s decision. He was standing beside her now. Jaggedtooth had a small stream of blood trickling down his face and Elmstripe couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction.

“Apparently neither Clan has warriors willing to battle each other. This is what happens when two Clans live together for so long—they grow too comfortable with each other. Surely you can see this can no longer continue?”

Although the tom agreed with Jaggedtooth’s assessment there was no other place for Thunderclan to go. Was he insinuating that they had to leave their territory? Elmstripe dug his claws into the soil, attempting to rein in his anger. There was no place for them to go and the clans had always had four clans. Not three, not two but four separate clans. The balance would be upset and he wasn’t going to abandon his starry ancestors just because Jaggedtooth was throwing a temper tantrum. He grinned darkly at the tom in question. “We’re to leave your camp but as Brightstar said we’ll remain on Shadowclan territory. We’ve always had four clans and it’ll be a cold day in the Dark Forest before you and your band of crow-food eaters will drive us out.”

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[Shells]

Alright, so this thread is finished! Brightstar agreed that the Clans should no longer continue living together, and she and the rest of ThunderClan moved across ShadowClan territory and built their own camp there.