Warrior Cats (RP)

RavenBlood was laying on top of a large pile of mixed bones. it was a mixture of cat dog and prey bones. he was looking at his latest challenger a kit who thought he could take him on. "He lasted longer than I thought." He said looking at the slowly drying blood on the bottom of the bones.

Crimson was chasing a butterfly through Riverclan territory laughing loudly. "Come back here you." he said. This kit had a few scars hidden by some of his fur had drops of dried blood on him. He bumped into a tree and tumbled backwards. "Oof, you better run." he called after the butterfly in a playful tone. He saw the Riverclan camp and peered through some bushes into it.

Streamsong's tail flicked back and forth. Her gaze swept through camp aimlessly. She was bathing in the soft warmth of the sun, and she was slightly dozing. A yawn escaped from her wide mouth and she seemed in a bit of a daze. She wasn't too keen to socialize with her Clanmates at the moment, and stuck to the outskirts of Camp. She ran her tongue along one leg, cleaning the long fur and leaving it shiny. The sound of some rustling crossed her ears, and she curiously turned her gaze toward the bush that was making the noise. Prey wouldn't wander this close to camp, what is that? Her eye caught the sight of something discolored and different from the rustling plant. Fur, she assumed. "Is someone there?" she called out, halting her cleaning.

RavenBlood looked around for his kit.  "Where's that kit of mine now." He grumbled and got up what ever trouble he got in and really didn't care he just liked to punish him for being a goody goody.  He started to sniff around the camp serching for his scent.

Crimson stood still digging his claws into the soft earth hardly breathing.  He was shaking a lot more he crouched down  trying to reduce the noise of the rustling.  He used his heightened sense of smelling and hearing to tell if someone was coming this way.

Minnowpaw came up and stood beside Streamsong. The young apprentice was heading out to go and hunt like her mentor had told her, when she overheard the older she-cat ask if someone was there. At first, she thought she had called out to her, but a heartbeat later, she realized that that wasn't the case. But another sort of cat or animal.

She sniffed the air, trying to see if whatever was there was another cat, or another sort of animal.

"I think it's another cat," she meowed a last. "But it's not one from any of the Clans that I know of.."

Jewelpaw was oblivious to the warmth of the sun beating down on her back. A perfect day for just lazing around, soaking up the heat and sleeping. Probably what her parents were doing right now, she realized with a bitter jolt. Her paws pushed harder against the peaty soil, making her whisk through the woods faster than ever. But her speed was meant for open plains, not the slightly wooded part of RiverClan camp. She stopped for a heartbeat, wondering if this really was the way to the camp. There was water and a stream. This had to be it. At least from what her mother, Blizzardclaw had told her. Her tail flicked.

She took off again. She was running too fast to notice the scent of three different cats. At least not until it was too late. Before she could stop herself, she bowled right into a warrior sunning herself on some rocks, and a smaller cat beside her. She dug her claws in the soil and sat down on her haunches to stop before she crashed into them. Eyes wide, pupils dilated, her whiskers twitched furiously as her mouth slight ajar to drink in their scent.

She got up and backed off a bit, tail and ears down. This had to be a RiverClan warrior. Was she? Her gaze flickered from Streamsong to Minnowpaw and back. She lowered her eyes and caught a glimpse of her fur. Her long dark fur was matted and covered with burrs, twigs, leaves and whatnot. Her violet eyes flashed as though challenging them to say something, but it was mostly fear and wariness. She said nothing, but her long feathery tail swished back and forth.

The blue-gray she-cat jumped slightly when Jewelpaw appeared beside them. She looked up at the older apprentice and dropped her head in greeting to the other.

"Hello, Jewelpaw."

Crimson breathed he thought that maybe the other loner falling into the camp might distracted the cat from him but as he took a step back his hind paw fell in a hole and he wrenched around dislocating his leg. "OWWW!!!" He yowled in pure pain.

(Um, Eveinia, Jewelpaw has not even joined RiverClan yet. Oh wait, you weren't in the ChatBox then. But yes, she's kinda just left her parents. About half a moon ago. Which is not 'just'-- I mean. Arceus, I'm rambling on here...)

"I agree, I don't scent any other Clan either," Streamsong noted to Minnowpaw before something else caught her attention. Before she could utter another word, something slammed into her and sent her several tail-lengths before she slammed into the ground. Attack?! was her first thought, but no claws met her as she rolled back onto her feet. Curious, her gaze swept the cat she had pinned as her "attacker". She cocked her head to the side, almost feeling the challenge lit the she-cat's gaze.

She's young. Apprentice age, perhaps? The Warrior opened her jaws slightly, allowing her to better take in the newcomer's scent. Not the same thing Minnowpaw and I scented before. Are there two cats here? Maybe a hasty Apprentice giving an ambush away... still, she tinges with fear scent. She immediately bared her teeth and turned to scan the foliage and reeds around them. There didn't seem to be anything. She lacks a Clan scent as well, it's more homely. Maybe a lost Kittypet? Before her pondering could continue, another sound erupted from nearby. The voice of a Kit and a startled cry of pain.

"Well isn't this an eventful day," Streamsong sighed. The she-cat was more of a worry, so she kept her eyes locked onto her. Her ears, meanwhile, were pointed back, wearily. If hardier Warriors hear this ruckus, they'll have these poor cat's furs. As well as my own for not driving them out as soon as I saw them. As if I need to give them another reason to belittle me for being soft. "Minnowpaw, go check out what that cry was," she pointed her tail in the direction Crimson had hurt himself in, "it's nearby, somewhere over there. I'll deal with this cat." She turned her attention back toward Jewelpaw. "If you're smart, you'll know to get far from here. Wild cats aren't kind. We aren't hospitable, and if you haven't run into me first, you'd be a lovely meal by now. Go."

Crimson managed to limp out of the bush not a mouse length farther for the pain was to much for his tiny kit body and he collapsed. "This just isn't my day." he grumbled.

Minnowpaw nodded and headed over to where the noise had came from. The blue-gray she-cat's eyes widened when she saw that it was another cat, a small kit, but not one of RiverClan. At least, she didn't think he was. Padding over slowly to Crimson, as to not to scare him even more than he most likely was, the RiverClan apprentice spoke in a soft voice, trying not to frighten him more.

"Are you okay, little kit?" she asked, once she was beside him. "Are you hurt? Where's your mother?"

"Let's see I think I've dislocated my hind leg and my mom she's um..." he couldn't bring him self to say the rest. "Other than that I'm perfectly fine." he said holding back tears the had came to his from thinking of his dead mother.

RavenBlood was watching from the shadow of a tree he was cunning enough to get himself wet to hide his scent from any of the cats.

"Aww, your poor thing," she meowed, her ears lowering and tail drooping to the ground at the news. "Come with me, I can take you back to RiverClan and our medicine cat can make your leg all better! I'm Minnowpaw by the way. Who are you?"

"I'm crimson, and I cant move the pain is to much." he said through gritted teeth as he tried to get up but he feel back over.

"It's nice to meet you, Crimson," she told him, smiling at the younger cat. "I'll carry you."

Grabbing the younger cat by his neck fur, she picked him gently, trying not to hurt him. She then padded over to Streamsong and Jewelpaw (if she's still there), and looked up at them.

"I'm going back to camp," she meowed, though it was muffed by the fur in her mouth. "This little kit was what was making all that noise. He's hurt so I'm taking him to Grayfeather."

With that, the blue-gray she-cat made her way back to the RiverClan camp and headed right for the medicine cat's den. She sat Crimson down gently onto the ground before she called for the medicine cat.

"Grayfeather!"

The gray-and-white she-cat appeared from her den and looked down at the two other cats. She frowned when she spotted the small kit at the apprentice's paws.

"What happened to you?" she asked Crimson, before adding to Minnowpaw, "Where did you find him?"

"He was in a bush," the blue-gray she-cat meowed. "I found him hurt, and his mother wasn't around, so I brought him back here, hoping that you can help his hurt leg."

Grayfeather nodded her head at this news, thinking it was rather odd for such a small kit to be left alone in the forest like that.

He could be a loner or rouge's kit, that ran away or mother didn't want anymore. Ether way, we can't turn away such a young kit when he's better. I'll see if he's allowed to stay.

"I'll see what I can do. Minnowpaw, can you to get ___star, and tell them about this young kit?"

"Of course," she meowed, before she ran off to find the RiverClan leader.

Grayfeather nodded, watching the younger cat run off, before she picked up Crimson and took him into her den.

(I'll name the leader Flashstar)

Crimson kinda turned to the medicine cat. "I think I just dislocated it. you see I got my foot in a hole and I tried to whip around." he said shuffling his forepaws.

Flashstar was sitting outside next to the clans deputy. "There's been strange disapparances along the border that faces the horseplace I would like some extra patrols that way." he said. The deputy simply nodded. The deputy was Icepelt and she was one of the best thinkers in the clan.

"Let me have a look at it and see, little one," Grayfeather meowed, and crouched down so she was more eye-level with the kit. "What's your name?"

Minnowpaw made her way over to Flashstar and Icepelt, dropping her head in greeting and respect to the two older cats.

"Flashstar, can I talk to you for a minute please?" she asked politlly.

"I'm crimson son of..." he kinda trailed off. He kinda winced.

"sure, what is it?" He said looking at her with his serious face on.

The RiverClan medicine cat looked at his leg while he was saying this. She looked up when he trailed off like that.

"Is something wrong?" she asked him.

Minnowpaw took a deep breath and explained to him about find Crimson and bring him back to the camp.

"No nothings wrong." He said looking at his paws and shuffling his forepaws more. He wasn't proud of who his father is.

Flashstar and Icepelt started to head toward the medicine den. "Minnowpaw please come"

Grayfeather frowned slightly. He's hiding something, but what? she thought.

"Alright. Well, you were right about your leg little one."

She nodded and followed them.

Flashstar entered first then Icepelt. "Is he gonna be ok Grayfeather." Flashstar said. Crimson kinda said a bit more rudely but it was because of the pain. "I'd be better when my leg is popped back into place." He said Icepelt just kinda laughed.

"He'll be fine," Grayfeather told him, as Minnowpaw padded into the den after her leader and deputy. "I'll pop it back into place. It's going to hurt though.."

The RiverClan apprentice watched, wondering why her leader wanted her here as well.

Icepelt grabbed a stick and rolled it over to crimson. "bite on it trust me I dislocated a leg once hurted for weeks." she said giving a small nod to Grayfeather saying she should go ahead and soon. Flashstar turned to minnowpaw. "Since you found the kit and he has no one to look after you'r gonna look after him till further notice." he said before walking out.

Once Crimson had bit down onto the stick, Grayfeather popped his leg back into place. Minnowpaw blinked and looked at her leader in surprise at this. He wanted her to take care of him? But she was barely older than a kit herself! But, seeing as how it was an order from her leader, she nodded and dropped her head.

"Yes Flashstar," she meowed.