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Post by Hidden on Jan 29, 2009 0:29:21 GMT -5
((Why would Plaguestar care? I was thinking about having her run off. If we're done with the whole WillowClan-is-weak thing, I just thought of a fun idea to get her killed after that.))
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Jan 29, 2009 0:53:57 GMT -5
Fadingsteps looked at his leader, then collected himself, regaining the poise of his position. "I shall go after him myself, Mintleaf. Sorry to have doubted your decision." Bowing, he bounded towards the entrance to the WillowClan camp and exited swiftly. As he passed through the cover of branches and continued into the territory beyond, his vision started to turn redder an redder as he thought of the crimes Icefire had commited. 'What right does any cat have to get away with muder?' He thought furiously, as he searched farther and farther from the camp. "None!" He snarled to the air as he reached the top of a ridge. Gaining more speed, Fadingsteps streaked down the other side, never remembering a time in his life when he had ever been this mad; so bent on the distruction of a life. It scared him a little, but then he remembered how frightened Silverpaw had been and his rage ignighted anew. Searching everywhere he could think of, rage in his chest, he found not a trace of Icefire anywhere. 'Probably ran for his life, the sniveling mousedung. If he knew what was good for him he would. I swear by all the cats of StarClan, if I EVER get my hands on that peice of mousebile.....' He'd rip his hide to shreads, that's what he'd do. But unfortunatly, Fadingsteps never found a trace of Icefire anywhere in WillowClan territory though he looked for hours. So instead of heading back to camp defeated, Fadingsteps passed outside of Willowclan terriotory, trying to rat out the murderous medicine cat. Fading TO: Whispering Falls
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Post by Hidden on Jan 29, 2009 17:45:34 GMT -5
Silverpaw let out the breath of air she had been holding and peered out from a patch of grass near the leader's den. Had that conversation really just happened? Mintleaf's indifference shocked her; why in the world had StarClan chosen her to lead WillowClan? Didn't they know that this would happen? Either they hated WillowClan, knew less than a kit, or Mintleaf was an imposter. But why would she want to take over a Clan if she didn't want to lead it? Maybe StarClan doesn't exist, she thought suddenly. But then where do cats go when they die? Did the just stop existing?
The apprentice watched and waited while Fadingsteps stormed out of the camp. It seemed that Mintleaf wasn't going anywhere any time soon, so she stood and started to follow her mentor. From the corner of her vision she saw motion, and froze. Mintleaf was padding toward the entrance. The leader paused and looked directly at her, then turned away and left the camp. Silverpaw's relaxation was short-lived. Fadingsteps is going after Icefire alone, she thought, suddenly panicked.
Completely forgetting about stealth, the she-cat tore through WillowClan territory, following her mentor's scent. All of the fear and hate she had for her brother unleashed itself, allowing her to run faster. She would make him pay, and then he would be sorry. She imagined his high-pitched voice going even higher as her claws dug through his fur and his tiny bones snapped under her weight. He would pay.
TO: Whispering Falls
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