Owlflight curled up in her nest in the warrior's den, hoping to get some rest. However, she felt like she had ants crawling all over her pelt. Instead, she directed her ears towards the clearing. And there's Blackstorm, trying to suck up to Scatterstar she thought. Scatterstar would see right through that. Owlflight then heard Scatterstar growling to Blackstorm, ordering him to gather the battle-ready warriors. She sighed. There was no other option. Scatterstar would not allow it.
Giving up on any chance of rest, Owlflight stood up and began nervously grooming her silver-gray pelt. As she rasped her tongue over her paw, she heard Freezecloud asking the NorthClan leader if she and Poisonthorn were to still keep vigil. She sounded tired.
Maybe Scatterstar will be sympathetic, after all he needs all the warriors for the battle. Or maybe that would not be an act of sympathy...
Last Edit: Dec 9, 2011 12:40:31 GMT -5 by owlflight
Poisonthorn walked near Freezecloud, staying by her side as she spoke to the leader. For her sake, he hoped that they would be able to rest. A journey all across to the middle of the territories where the Standing Stones were would be too much for them, and they'd never be able to make it back in time for battle. Freezecloud looked like she was going to collapse from exhaustion before too long.
"If we don't go to the Standing Stones, can we keep our warrior names anyway?" he asked tentatively. He knew it was selfish to keep on about that, but he didn't want to be kept from being a warrior just because of a petty technicality. He briefly glanced at Blackstorm, acknowledging the deputy's presence with a flick of the tail. No one really liked Blackstorm, and it was mystery to everyone as to why he had the rank he had.
Blackstorm rolled his eyes at the interruption. Little brats, don't they know not to talk when higher authorities are conversing, he thought, sneering at them. He heard the order from his leader and bowed his head. He figured more than anything, Scatterstar was trying to get him to go away and do something, but he didn't speak his theory aloud.
He gave one last glare to the intruding warriors and ran off to gather everyone for battle. He could be heard going around the camp and barking orders to anyone who got in his way. He could hear them mumble about him behind his back. He made his way towards Owlflight. "Are you ready for battle?" he asked her. He had heard her outburst earlier and was ready for more protests that he could rebut.
Owlflight blinked her stormy green eyes at the NorthClan deputy. "Of course Blackstorm." He's expecting me to object again. She thought warily. She had to do everything to keep herself from bristling in defense. Instead, she forced herself to nod her head respectfully before heading out into the clearing again.
The leaf-bare wind chilled the air around her. Owlflight fluffed out her sliver dappled pelt. She looker towards the fresh-kill pile but it was painfully low. Would they miss me if I go out to hunt? she thought. This was not the time to upset Scatterstar and Blackstorm.
Post by h a r e . xxx on Dec 11, 2011 8:21:08 GMT -5
Harepaw . XY
Harepaw simply blinked in shock as he watched the ceremony unfold, the new warriors chasing the "intruder" out of the territory, and now the conversations that were going on around his silent form. He couldn't believe it...they were actually excited for this battle. With a dark feeling in the pit of his stomach, he got up and slowly moved nearer to Scatterstar and Blackstorm, straining his neat ears to hear more. Unable to hear much more than battle hype, he moved away. Instead of going back to the medicine den to make sure he had all of the needed supplies, he found himself simply pacing a bit.
This is a nightmare. I have a feeling this is going to be disasterous; especially since we don't have a great idea of how many cats we are up against. What will happen with myself, will I have to fight? Or will I be back here doing my duty to the Clan? Those were only several of many thoughts nagging at the medicine cat apprentice's mind as he continued to pace. His teal-copper eyes were flashing with confusion and anger, two emotions he was used to but not at once. His long, plummed tail, which normally dragged and swept calmly behind him was lashing furiously as the young tom thought of the horrible feeling in his stomach.
"Great StarClan help them all...they are going to possibly lead themselves to destruction. Oh how I wish I could tell what they are up against!" the blue-gray tom said, not caring to keep his voice down at this rate. Who would hear him when every other cat was in one way or another talking about the battle, for or against it. Even himself, who was supposedly the neutral force in the Clan, found himself, whether he liked it or not, a tiny bit excited for the fight. It would finally give him a chance to test his training and see if he was really cut out to be a medicine cat.
Scatterstar saw just how tired Freezecloud was, and though he was ruthless battle tactician, he still did care for his clanmates deep down. He looked her in the eyes, and listened to her concerns, and also the concerns of Poisonthorn. He waited for a moment before replying to them. "I'm sure StarClan won't mind if you both rest tonight. We have a battle coming in the morning, and you need to be as fit as possible for that," he meowed. Besides, he added in his mind, StarClan aren't even around to care if you don't sit vigil right away.
He saw Blackstorm slink off to go check and see if the warriors were prepared, even confronting Owlflight who seemed as though she had changed her tone, at least on the outside. Scatterstar also caught a glimpse of the medicine cat apprentice, who seemed a touch on the frantic side. He figured he'd need to do something about that. He excused himself from Freezecloud and Poisonthorn and approached Harepaw.
"Is something bothering you?" he asked. "Perhaps you should start to stockpile your herbs, maybe organize them a little bit. I'm sure Mapleberry would appreciate the help. You could be a true hero in this battle, Harepaw. You'll be right there on the frontlines, helping our Clan to victory." If there was one thing Scatterstar enjoyed, it was convincing other cats that they would be heroes if they followed his orders... sadly, most of them would only actually be heroes posthumously.
Walking outside of her den, Mapleberry flicked her ears, irritated at what she had been watching, before she spotted Scatterstar. He was talking to her apprentice, Harepaw. She didn't like that at all; Scatterstar was a strange Clan leader, and she knew that he could make anyone do what he wanted.
He should have been named Silvertongue, she thought.
The red tabby began to walk toward them, her claws sliding out to scrape the cold, frozen ground. Her fur prickled as she approached the wiry tomcat.
He made her feel uncomfortable, but at the same time she deeply admired him. He could make or break this Clan based on his actions. He was ruthless, and Mapleberry doubted that he could ever change his ways. He may be the death of his Clan if he wasn't stopped or at least slowed down.
She didn't want to have a war, but there was little that she could do. StarClan was deathly silent now. She wasn't even sure if they had heard her calling out to them.
What have I done wrong? she thought, tail-tip flicking momentarily before she halted in front of Scatterstar and Harepaw.
"Are you done telling my apprentice what to do?" she asked. Even though he was the Clan leader, the medicine cats led a very different life and she didn't appreciate him even looking at the young cat. "I appreciate it, but if Harepaw has something on his mind, he can speak to me."
Her pale green eyes narrowed when she looked up to meet Scatterstar's gaze.
Post by h a r e . xxx on Dec 12, 2011 18:58:02 GMT -5
Harepaw . XY
The young tomcat stopped when Scatterstar walked over to him, his eyes still flashing, tail still whipping even after the frantic pacing had ceased, He felt his fur pulling to spike further than normally, but he forced it flat with a deep breath before answering his leader. "I'm just thinking about the battle and ended up lost in thought. I'm sorry if I was causing worry, Scatterstar." His voice was flat and calm, so much like normal that it frightened him to hear it. How could he be so able to speak like that when his mind was still drowning him in thoughts. When he saw his mentor Mapleberry approaching, he grew nervous from her irritated demeanor with Scatterstar. He did draw some comfort having his mentor there, as she was one of the few cats he felt comfortable talking to.
At the mention of being a hero in this battle, his heart skipped a beat in a, to him sickening, form of joviance. He really should be in the medicine den helping Mapleberry or collecting some last minute herbs. "Come to think of it, that is what I was meaning to do but ended up becoming restless while I was walking to the den," he paused for a minute before asking "Will I really be a hero? I don't even know enough fighting to really defend myself from an attack yet." The medicine cat apprentice's ears dropped slightly in embarassment of having to admit a weakness; not being able to save his own life outside of the use of basic healing due to him just recently starting training.
"What would happen if I..." Harepaw's voice faltered and he had to choke out the rest of the question. "What happens if I die?" The very thought of it made his blood turn to ice and his fur flatten unnaturally from terror. This was the first time the young cat had ever been able to ask a question about concerns to his leader and of course it was about the very thing he feared the most.
Poisonthorn was relieved at the fact that they wouldn't have to make the journey, yet they would still be able to keep their names. He couldn't shake the feeling that it had to do with disbelief in StarClan, though. Scatterstar can't not believe in StarClan, can he? He's the leader, he should talk to StarClan. A look of concern flashed through his green eyes.
He saw Scatterstar go to converse with the medicine cat apprentice, with the medicine cat seeming to glare in disapproval over it. Once again the leader was telling stories of how cats would become heroes and legends in their Clans. He didn't know how true that claim was. It seemed like they were NorthClan martyrs more than anything.
Owlflight had to admire Mapleberry's backbone, for speaking to Scatterstar like that. Of course, she is a medicine cat; no leader of a Clan would ever dare argue with a medicine cat. Poor Harepaw looked conflicted as he made his way to the medicine cat den. Scatterstar shouldn't be leading cats into the false belief that this war would make them heros. The path of heroism does not always have to involve claws, teeth, and blood.
Owlflight twitched her ears impatiently. StarClanstop this madness! But why are you so silent? There were many times when Owllfight questioned Scatterstar's faith. Is StarClan judging the whole of NorthClan for it? That can't be! Owlflight thought desperately. She raked her claws against the stoney surface. But this was no time to get paranoid. It was time to find answers.
She silently padded towards the medicine cat den, evading Mapleberry's challenging gaze and Scatterstar's arrogance. Owlflight approached the medicine cat apprentice. "Hey Harepaw!" She mewed lightly. "I was thinking about going hunting. Do you need any herbs to be gathered while i'm out there?" Of course, Owlflight had more unsettling intentions. She meowed more carefully, "and has StarClan spoken to you about this war?"
The NorthClan leader cast a side glance towards Mapleberry, the medicine cat. He scoffed a little bit, staring at her through narrowed blue eyes. It would be difficult for him to counter the word of a medicine cat, though these days he didn't know how valuable the word of a medicine cat was. Harepaw began to speak again and he turned back to the young cat and nodded.
"You'll be a hero even if you never raise a claw against the enemy," purred Scatterstar. Although, he did expect that he'd need to have both the medicine cats out on the battlefield, which meant that they might have to fight if it came down to it. It was generally frowned upon to attack a medicine cat aiding wounded warriors, but EastClan might go to lengths to protect their territory.
The next question somewhat startled Scatterstar, and his ears flicked as he thought about it. He hadn't been expecting Harepaw to ask him something so difficult. StarClan isn't around anymore, I know that, he thought. If any of these cats die, what will happen to them? They won't go to StarClan, because there is no StarClan. He looked away, not making eye contact with Harepaw. "If you die, the Clan will honor your memory and stories will be told about you for generations to come."
He was almost relieved when Owlflight interrupted. He stood there for a few moments, looking back at Mapleberry. He knew that the medicine cat would not be impressed with anything he had said, and that made him uncomfortable.
Eclipsesun arrived in NorthClan to see all the mayhem. All of the warriors seemed on edge. Something had happened while he was out of the camp, just as he'd thought. He looked around for something to ask about this problem and he spotted the Clan deputy. Of all things, he hoped that no warriors had been killed on patrol or anything. Maybe raiders came and took Sparkstorm and her kits, he thought morbidly.
He padded up to Blackstorm. "What's been going on here?" he asked, looking around at the bussling collection of cats. Even the medicine cats seemed to be upset. "Did someone die?"
Freezecloud rolled her eyes in relief at Scatterstar's approval. "Thank StarClan," she breathed. She needed this rest--she felt like she was asleep on her paws. Two day worth of excitement and no sleep had take its toll. She turned toward the warriors' den, with no thought to how her exhaustion would hinder her motion. She tripped, and fell sideways, knocking Poisonthorn off balance. Thankfully, he had the energy to withstand her weight. Freezecloud stumbled back onto her feet. "S-sorry," she stuttered, her cheeks burning. That's embarrassing, she thought, glancing up at Poisonthorn.
Freezecloud bumbled into Poisonthorn and pushed him slightly over to the side. He stumbled backwards, his green eyes staring at her. He shook his head as she apologized. "That's alright," he meowed. "You're tired, that's all, I don't blame you. You really should sleep." He flicked his long-furred tail. Poor Freezecloud, Scatterstar's had her up for days.
He escorted her over to the warriors den, trying to help her maintain her balance along the way. When they got there, he sat down and looked at her. "Do you think this war is going to destroy NorthClan?" he asked, finally expressing his doubts on the whole affair.
Blackstorm eyed Eclipsesun as he walked towards him, asking him about the confused. Now there's a warrior, he thought, praising Eclipsesun's battle hunger. He knew about the scandal he had with Sparkstorm, and he thought it was quite daring of him to take the stand and reject the kits and the queen as his own. It wasn't exactly the most noble thing, but it did show that he had standards.
"Scatterstar has announced a war on EastClan!" Blackstorm meowed proudly, knowing that Eclipsesun would probably take the news very well given his personality. "We're going to battle at dawn. Where have you been?"